I want to paint
the darkness of night
the cold breeze
howling of dogs
whistles of a watchmen.
I want to paint
the unseen mysteries of night
silence of the unknown
stillness carrying movement.
I want to paint
the other side of night
through relevance of my soul.
eyes may see what it is
but soul sees what it is not
I want to paint
the sounds and shades of darkness
so that the night remains there
forever with the beauty it hides within.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
