But nights like this are for lonely souls,
With tears that dot the sky,
Their bloodshot eyes deprived of sleep,
Will be the moon to guide us by,
Their poignant mourns to stroll about
The outskirts of the town,
For pain erupts inside of them,
Thus smiles turned into frowns,
And just how painful it can be,
These nights will cover them,
For in darkness there is solitude,
And no one to condemn,
So please don't you just wish to death,
The odds to offer you,
The comfort and the calm of nights,
For it's meant for those in blue.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
