Meet me at midnight
Under the Great Willow Tree
And I'll tell you a story
Of my soul.
Settled in darkness.
From the horrible past that my mind holds.
All the tears that I've cried
The day that never dies.
As it lives in every part of my being.
Heart
Soul
Brain
And memory.
A constant reminder of my many mistakes.
Placed on display for your eyes to gaze upon.
Constantly on replay in my mind.
A mistake..
That never disappears.
One that grows old with time
But never dies.
Meet me at midnight
Under the Great Willow Tree
So I can tell you my story.
Maybe only then
I will be free.
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Poetry
PoetryHiya! I wrote all these poems in this book. A-lot of them I wrote from the late hours of the night and the early hours of the morning. The most calming times of the day. When you're most at one with yourself. I will continue to update this "book" of...
