Dark nights are always lonely
Nowhere to call 'home'
Just the stars above me
In the ruins as I roam
Only my brother knows
What's going through my head
Pain and paint and the past
I know she wants me dead
Running all alone
Through the streets we roam
Flying away
Crying away
Never going home

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Poem Collection
PuisiAssorted poetry by Bee. Subjects vary, but usually fantasy inspired.