The night does seem so
cold and dark.
There is silence in the
static air.
Reach for the old warmer-upper,
Sit by the flames.
Turn on your Beethoven,
But do keep your eyes dry.
Layer on another nightshirt,
But still shiver, for the drafts.
Turn off the music.
Kill the flames.
Just you
Little ball
On the cold
compacted ground
Warmer-upper flowing through veins
Your only life
A/N: Please vote and comment :) -Tara
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Light and Dark Poetry
PoetryA collection of my best poetry, which honestly isn't saying a lot. Some of these poems hold deep meanings to me, and I hope they can spark fires inside of you as well. Hope you enjoy. ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* *****...
