Too long,
Too late;
in an upward path and straight
till eight!
I'm just holding on,
Even though you aren't here
Go, Go, Go
but hold on, hear me,
hear me
Our midnight fears are gone,
so its time to move on.
YOU ARE READING
365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 16: Far Away
Too long,
Too late;
in an upward path and straight
till eight!
I'm just holding on,
Even though you aren't here
Go, Go, Go
but hold on, hear me,
hear me
Our midnight fears are gone,
so its time to move on.