The walls close on me as the hourglass empties.
With it my heart grows ever more weary.
I watch from below and theirs is a feeling that leaves...
Leaves me teary.
Do stars really illuminate the night sky
Or is it the beauty of what I have yet to obtain?
I think two stars make what we call love
This is what makes the night so bright.
I can only hope to experience love before my heart meets it's end.
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A Ceiling Fan
PuisiMany things take place within a person's mind. Some good and some bad. Most times their inner thoughts run through their mind without being penned down or expressed. This book is a poetry book. It is filled with poems that express those inner though...
