Just like those stars
That shines brightly in the night sky
I'm this poet in disguise
That is only know when I'm in darkest side
When the sun started to rise
Stars used to set behind
And the poet is not in her disguise
But got forgotten and left aside
Those stars are already dead
But still giving bright in dark night
That poet when in her disguise is in bleed
Still gives love to her Knight
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoesíaA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
