NIGHT RE-VISION
We didn't really do shit, but I swear her eyes were moonlit.
Her heart was like a glow-stick, fluorescent-blue and delicate.
Through the day she broke the night.
Scared of the dark,
Became my light.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
