"for poets doesn't live if they don't bleed ink on paper."
This is an anthology. All the poems are constructed in a free verse. It does not use consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any musical pattern. It thus tends to follow the rhythm of natural...
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The night was lovely yet cold, And I'm looking for someone to hold. As the night breeze damp on my skin, The uncontrollable sadness runs through my veins.
The night was dark yet comfortable, And I'm waiting for you to accept me as a whole. Darkness is where I belong, Just me, myself alone.
The night was beautiful and starry, Why are you crying, my baby? Does the darkness comforts your pain? Or does it makes you feel insane?
But right now, the night is sad and silent, Cause love can be both impressive and tyrant. No matter how peaceful or steady, I will never love the night for I'm lonely.
