The moon knows my deepest secrets,
And the stars know my biggest regrets.
I am a child of the night,
Oh, how I hate the morning light.
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Silent Screams
Poetry•Compilation of Poems• Hear the agony of a shattered heart, The beauty of pain in the form of an art. Let me tell you about my shattered dreams, And how I battle with my mind's silent screams.
N Y C T O P H I L E
The moon knows my deepest secrets,
And the stars know my biggest regrets.
I am a child of the night,
Oh, how I hate the morning light.
