My eyes are twinkling
From the phone's light
Here I am writing and dreaming
Hours and hours through the night
Why'd I sleep when there's so much to do?
My thoughts are binding to writing
What can I do?
YOU ARE READING
Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
