I hope this come fast,
One of the rarest moments I dream of last.
Every single night,
Where this Joy comes to my rescue, dearest knight,
For I am getting tired of fighting,
For this feeling not near in sighting.
Every night, I count the stars,
A distraction, from the ugliness of these scars,
For when the sun draws down her veil,
Is when these demons, find the reign,
Racing on the asphalt of my mind,
With no regard of my pain, unkind.
This was actually an old poem, once upon a time when I tried rhyming 😂.
I must confess, I'm not a fan of rhymes. But I'm dropping this here for the mere pleasure of it😌💕💕
