those nights,
when the lines,
on the map of your life fade away,
and your fingers tremble,
as you draw the lines again.
those nights,
when only your echoes,
talk to you,
and how you sew,
yourself back to see,
the beauties that hide,
beneath those raven eyes.
those nights,
are needed,
to realize,
all you ever need is you.
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Poems I Love (9)
PoetryThis is part nine of the poems, quotes, and song lyrics that I love. If I find them with the author I will write the authors name on it. If you have any of your own and you would like for it to be in the story, ask me and I can do that for you. I h...
