Night.
So much happens in the night.
No one knows what you do.
You can cry..
You can write..
You can read..
You can draw..
You can do so much..
And know one would know.
No one would no if you cry yourself to sleep,
No one would know if you write everything you feel down,
No one would know.
In the night.
No one knows.
What happens during
The dark, empty night...
Night.
One word,
That can hold so much.
One word,
That can keep your deepest secrets.
Night.
~me~
