dark blue smudges my trembling hands
with words I'll never dare to speak
for I fright the devil might be listening
ink spills onto the white void before me
carrying itself into this dreary night
it becomes an extension of my existence
a statement of my being, now set in stone
forever intertwined with tonight's tragedy
buried in my graveyard of lost hopes
my feelings linger in the cold october air
my poetry can be found in the streets
hiding where the moonlight doesn't reach
until the rising sun exposes them naked
tonight, everything weighs heavily
but my cracked heart isn't yet broken
ink drips from my fingertips
my words are sinking deeper and deeper
in an overflowing sea of midnight black
the chaos that has escaped me runs free
- October 20th, 2020
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✧ Selenophile | Poetry
Poetry❝ the sun watches what I do but the moon knows all my secrets ❞ . . . ⎯ achievements: #1 in poetry - march 14th, 2022 #3 in the dead poets awards 2020 . . . ☆ completed on july 25th, 2021
