late nights awake,
breathing deep.
tossing and turning,
i'm losing sleep.
i lay in bed till morning rises,
when people start shedding their real skin and putting on disguises.
as I contemplate,
should I be late?
YOU ARE READING
mellifluous | poetry
Poetryrhyming words that I mean with all my heart; before my heart gets torn apart. © OCTOBER 2017 - TBA
