Night makes its usual round
And I can't help but cry
Silence can make such a cruel sound
And I can't tune it out no matter how hard I try
I try to write a poem about the moon
But the paper is ruined by my tears
The smudges mock me like a goon
The soaked paper stabbing my emotions like a spear
As I sit there like a worthless dunce
I see the girl coming to the window
I actually don't feel drowsy for once
But man, time is going so slow
Her black hair matches the shadows of night
Her skin the color of a clean cloud
Her face is pure like a young sprite
Her dress is soft like the finest shroud
She stands just on the other side
I carefully lift the window and screen
I touch her soft face, and she doesn't chide
She's real, and she's prettier than anyone I've ever seen
She turns around to leave me
And I ask if she'll come back
I ask if she will set me free
All my questions make a stack
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Midnight Girl
PoesíaIn a world where a boy is unloved One seems to show some sign of care Was she one sent from the above? Unlike everyone else, she treats him so fair *** This is my first poetry novel. There are about six stanzas per chapter, but this is subject to ch...
