As these crystal teardrops
Sink into my skin
I watch the velvet horizon
Waiting desperately once again
I see the apparition
Wishing it were real
I have touched the lonely midnight
And forgotten how to feel
I listen to the whispers
As the midnight sighs
I listen ever closer
To its anguished cries
The feeling, it returns
Reaching like a silver hand
Caressing the darkened night
Awakening to see silence once again
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Of Love and Darkness
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Some are of hope and love, while some are full of the darkest parts we hide inside our hearts.
