Midnight is a beautiful color
for a terrible time
when hearts sigh
out of discontent
and regrets rush back
with what wasn't meant
to be heard or seen
or be loved so keen
midnight's for mistakes
to haunt your chestnut eyes
it's a color - sad and fake
painted across star-peppered skies
YOU ARE READING
of demons and love
Poetry(2014-2016) I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see someone I love, love everyone but me.
