Nights by the fireplace when the darkness is within me,
The drunk sky is staring at me illuminating all the stars inside me.
The silence of the night hears all my disenchanted fancy as I bury my head under the spell of the night.
The wind touches my face carrying scars
Which reminds me of how you kissed me once.
But now the beautiful night gives softness between the thick of my skin like you did
And the galaxy swallows all my agonies.
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Esoteric
PoetryIt's okay to be weird, it's okay to love the things which most do not. She is esoteric, she is not out and out but she is madness and madness is a beautiful irony where perfection and flaws are the best of friends. She is the definition of everythin...
