In the cold of the night,
I look up to see the moon,
But the clouds are putting up a fight.
And won't go away soon.
Maybe if the sky would clear,
I could put up with my fear.
Maybe if I wasn't so scared,
And could of been spared.
Maybe if I could see the stars,
I wouldn't be forced to only see my scars
Maybe if I could see farther than the black space,
I wouldn't want to disappear,
I would actually want to be here.
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Short Poems
PoetryPoems about anything. Deep to shallow. Sad to happy. Painful to joyful.
