twenty
July 29, 2015 - 8:45 am
Last night I got drunk off a dark pop track
And lied on the floor,
Watching the night.
My sister said that nothing ever happens at night.
But only if she saw the world like I do,
She'd understand that everything happens at night,
It's the most beautiful part of everyday.
But she doesn't think like I do
And I can't expect that of her.
I suppose nobody does
But I cling to the hope that the author
Of a book I've yet to read does,
Maybe he gets it.
Maybe someone,
Somewhere,
Thinks like I think.
- (m.m)
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