slowly drifting from green to grey
where were you when i needed you to stay
is it too late to bring everything back,
why didn't i see this before, am i out of track
slowly drifting from green to grey,
until everything else had faded away.
YOU ARE READING
12 am » poetry
Poetryit's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
