the lights strung around the room
are the oranges and yellows
of soft fires
of quiet sunsets
one late night
i couldn't sleep
i couldn't stand the lamplight
but the darkness
l o o m e d
over my head as i lay there
i swear it had teeth
it smothered my eyes
it wouldn't let me sleep
it wouldn't make a sound
so i string lights around the room
the color of autumn
happy autumn everybody
after thanksgiving
where we're thankful we're alive
comes halloween
(i'm thankful i'm not dead)
- so basically i'm afraid of the dark. so sue me.
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Storm Scars
PoetryVolume 01: i'm sorry you'll never read this you deserve to hear the truth you tried to lock up in me "honesty is a virtue" here's my holy sin lies folded in fairy tales you'd like to believe that, wouldn't you? - once upon a time, no fairy tale ende...
