Seething, turning,
Slumber yearning.
Clutch the sheets
With outstretched arms.
Grasp the pillow
Close to the heart
And pretend it is one adored.
Let the darkness kiss you softly.
Let the glowing stars caress your soul.
And let the early breath
Of light soften the mourn.
Let the silence encompass you
With a gentle lull.
And let the moon know your sorrows and woes.
Because no one chooses to love and cherish you.
You.
Your soft, beautiful eyes.
You, your quiet heart.
You, your gentle soul
And delicate hands,
Exuberant laughter,
And silken hair.
You.
So darling, let the night love you
Instead.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoésieThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
