Does the sun shine for me?
Or is it for the others?
Am I unique? or merely a copy.
Shall I reply, or fade into silence?
Does the moon rise for I
or the others?
Is this different, or simply a facade?
I shall speak or stay quiet?
I should simply stay silent.
As dark as the night
I ride my steed
Of dreams and light
Love is a thing
I want to cherish
To hold close
And to keep and to cling
Do the stars shine for us
or for the others?
I try to be gallant
And live for the dark
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Poems
PoesíaSome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.