Why is the dark so misleading
So different in every way I meet it
Sometimes it's love
Other times it's hate
I don't understand it all the time
And that's okay
Because there is a certain amount of grace that comes with the dark
Enough to light it up so to speak a little
But their is also despair that haunts every living corner in the dark
And I can't understand that either
Guess I will never know the magic the darkness plays on me
All I can do is enjoy it's company in the meantime
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Penguin's Poetry
PuisiHey! It's PenguinReadsWatt here to tell you that I'm gonna try to fit a bundle of poetry into this book cause sadly I have been extremely busy lately! I'm sorry about that but hopefully things will clear up soon! Thanks So Much and Have A Great Day...
