I hate the nighttime, especially of late.
It is a time for me to sit and think of everything.
Of what I said and didn't say.
Of what I did and didn't do.
Who I saw and who I wish I had seen.
So many thoughts.
What is he doing?
Is he thinking of me?
When will I see him again?
It's so unfair...
I hate the night.
It gives me all this time to think, when I don't want to think.
Why can't I just sleep?
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