In the mist of the midnight blue
I admit it all seemed true.
Yet it was darker than the world without sun.
Sometimes I regret it with all that I've done.
It leaves me breathless without a second win.
To know that it's my choice to make it
a beautiful road ahead.
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The Hidden Hours
Non-FictionPoems from a heart that is broken from pretty lies.....
~Midnight Blue~
In the mist of the midnight blue
I admit it all seemed true.
Yet it was darker than the world without sun.
Sometimes I regret it with all that I've done.
It leaves me breathless without a second win.
To know that it's my choice to make it
a beautiful road ahead.