Nightlife.
I went down to the street,
to find what I’ve been missing
all this time I was trapped.
by my hope was defeat
when i was around asking;
what the fuck did just happened.
you never know what you need
and you never know if you love
until you are sweetly feed
and than brusquely shut off.
i don’t need one to be happy
i just miss anyone here badly
that i can open up my heart to
and hold hands and kiss too.
[written by B]
+tagged as: poem. b.