I'm jealous of the night. It holds your darkest secrets tight into a big web of dark thoughts and trembling words.
I'm jealous of the day. It holds your smiles and lost stares tight into the echoing sounds of your laugh.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings that I hide.
PoetryThese are the feelings you'll never know about, because you are gone.
Jealous.
I'm jealous of the night. It holds your darkest secrets tight into a big web of dark thoughts and trembling words.
I'm jealous of the day. It holds your smiles and lost stares tight into the echoing sounds of your laugh.