It's at night that we cry
the moon in the middle of the sky
accompanied by stars
maybe even the sound of some cars
It's at night where they bloom
these paralyzing emotions
that were kept hidden inside
it's at night where we decide
if life is worth it or not
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The voice they never heard
PoetryI never talked the way I thought. Often, that filled me with regret. This is something I wrote some years ago that I just wanted to share! Obviously my knowledge on writing was limited and it shows :,)
