I would lay down on my bed
Holding my phone 'til it beeps
Wishing you would want to ring
Or maybe just ask how I am
But you seem to be an illusion
A smoke of hope
The more I cling to you
The more you fade
And there I hope again
That I did cross your mind
Even just for once
How fool am I
MIA BELLA, NN
10▪28•17
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Nocturnal Nights
PoesíaNight 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.)
