I refrain myself from dreaming
How there would be two strangers
Spending glimpse of time
Watching pink skies outside the car
If there will be two strangers
Talking 'til 3 am
I wish that would be us
But you sleep earlier at 10
A message popped up
Sending light in my eyes
I quickly rose from the bed
And found myself lucid dreaming
MIA BELLA, NN
10•07▪17
YOU ARE READING
Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
