why can't i
get you out
of my naive
mind
i lay in
bed tears
stain my face
the color of sadness
is present in my
eyes
you sit on your bed
probably playing
video games and doing
god else knows what
-
why can't you think of me instead?
after all in the end i think you'll always be on my mind
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
