Gloomy Friday Night
(octave)It was a silent lonely night,
As raindrops fell from the sky
Whilst the wind blows, I felt so cold
Without you by my side
I tried not to cry with all my might,
As I let my mind wander and fly
I felt so down yet I felt so high
Thee, my end, when will we collide?- CYBI
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PoetryJust a compilation of totally not dark poems written by a very sane and totally mentally stable person