In the dark of the night,
When the land is quiet,
And the moon is bright,
A single thought creeps in
It's about her life,
How she looks and feels,
When she takes the knife,
But it never goes away
Though she thinks it's good,
She will never act,
Though she thinks she should,
She has more to live for
At the end of the night,
When it's cold are dark,
She fights with all her might,
And keeps her family and friends in her heart.
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Poetry
PoetryMy own personal poetry stash! Just sharing in hopes people have similar feelings!
