It sets in when the lights are out, when you're seeing smiles of others you cannot mirror, when words through your tongue are no longer kind.
The midnight blues start painting the pitch-black space as you slump into the darkness still in day clothes, when flashbacks of painful memories and regrets of today starting flooding the cold, lonely bed, and your heart wrenches in woe.
It sets in as quick as the lights turned off, and then slowly and agonizingly it fades away to dreams and real colour, where things are much better.
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[19/11/17]
YOU ARE READING
Lost Chapters
PoetryI'm sorry I never wrote about you--you were my secret. - [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them: some of others.]
