the beat of a heart is something you cannot miss,
the sight of new life is complete bliss.
but this joy is gone,
the darkness is calling, and it's a new dawn.
maybe it's night outside, and it's lost,
but it doesn't mean that the morning won't come without the frost.
YOU ARE READING
gone too far
Poesíasimple. sharp. and hopefully memorable. poetry for the mad. join us. {lowercase intended } ------------------------------ bec g. crawley © 2019
