Let the darkness have its moment
Its just a weak omen
The sun will rise again
Dont be afraid
Lay down beside me
Ill hold you till youre set free
Ill caress your skin
And we'll go for the win
So let it run through your veins
Let it finish its course
Its hurtful strains
Just some bad thoughts
Soon youll find
Words can be kind
Ill hold you tight
Till the dawn of light
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
