Waiting for the blanket of evening's chill,
To settle upon the blank night sky.
The moon barely visible,
The stars no where to be found.
I guess they were shy tonight,
But I still sat and waited.
Funny how I would rather wait,
For the treasures of the sky,
Than wait for you.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
