She hid her pain with all things sweet,
To protect the hearts she was sure to meet.
Her sleeves got longer and her smile grew,
Still desperate for death but only she knew.
She drowned whilst you breathed the same,
Too deep in and too far from sane.
She waited in vain for the words "I. Believe. You."
But you were too late.
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Uncertain Certainty of Midnight Thoughts.
PoetryAll my best thoughts come to me wrapped in the silence of the night. They, like the stars, can only be seen and documented when the world sleeps and the sky is black.
