I like the dark
When words are painted colors
locked in places I can't see
Telling tales of bedtime stories
and hushed midnight laughter
I like the dark
when I'm surrounded by warmth and comfort
sharing stories and distant dreams
Accompanied by friends and fire
we'd tell our tales
of long gone days
and feelings unexplained
I don't like the dark
When I'm alone and someplace new
With an endless shadow always close
on the wall and in my closet
Who knows what it will do?
I don't like the dark
When I'm outside, cold and wet
My shadow's dripping and stiff
Something sinister is near
I don't like the dark
Because suddenly
That shadow's not my own
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My Poems
PuisiThese are some of the poems I've recently started writing. Some about me or my life, others are about fandoms. I'll let you figure it out #53 - overthinking
