He is
Gold
Gold
Gold
And here i am
Ice cold bruised
He is
All the
Rainbows
Green and blue
And here I am
All shades of his storms.
He thinks
I'll be his shelter for his darkness.
But baby.
I'll be his darkness
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Dear NoOne
PoetryI am scared of the nights And the loud silence that elongates my room I am scared of the 3am's and the 5am's I am scared For that's when my own thoughts begins to haunt me. (A collection of my thoughts)
