The dark isn't so bad.
It's quite nice, to be honest.
People like the light,
But what light without the dark?
Shadows cover the walls.
There are no footsteps in the halls.
The darkness covers me,
Until I cannot see.
The wind blows softly outside.
It drowns out different sounds.
I stare at the ceiling listening.
I like the sounds,
I like my room not too bright...
I like the feeling I get listening at night.
That is always something bright about it all...
That is why the dark isn't so bad...
It never was after all.
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Pieces of Thoughts
PoetryFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
