There are nights I can't sleep.
There are nights where I cry myself to sleep.
There are nights when I feel to lonely.
There are nights where I keep myself company.
There are so many nights,
But how many will it take to get one where the moon shone brightly-
And lit up the smile on my face?
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My Poems
PoesíaI gave them a chance to understand,but nothing. I gave them chances over and over again, but again nothing. Now my heart crumbled. I lay my heart bare through these. I am nothing anymore. I am tired.
