I was up all night
Looking at that one light
So little yet so bright
Against the pitch black midnight
The darkness is mine
They're all mine
My anxiety, my fears, my boarder line
The spookiness is mine
The thoughts that haunts me, the events that didn't make me fine
Or the pains, the sufferings, the broken line
They're all mine
And that little light that I'm seeing
I don't know where that came from and what being
I stared and I stared even if it's blinding
Then I see me, and I came down, realizing
That the glimmer, the shine and the shimmer
The beauty, the light that shone bright
It is mine, it is mine
I'm not only filled with darkness, I can also be your brightness
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When Broken Pieces Fit
Poetry"Amaze me, inspire me Or simply, Break me They work the same way." This is a collection of poems I wrote way back! They're mostly the poems that I posted on my Mirakee account, if you have one you can check it out!
