Midnight from my phone- a poem
It is nearly midnight
I can't sleep
Write a thing,
I thought..
But what?
Maybe a dream...
That one where
I kissed a stranger
u n d e r
the strawberry moon
Or maybe mailboxes
or dead stars
I could write to myself.
I might even listen
On a night that feels empty
As I have tendencies
To find comfort
In my own company
When no one else
Can understand me
Nor wants to
when I'm
Out
Of
My
Mind
(c) 2019 paintingangels
also, the moon is mine
<3
I can´t sleep
Maybe I'll write a thought too
or maybe I'll dream it
I wish I were safe
back in my shell