I was sitting up late at night
All I could see was the stars
It was dark in my room
The bright lights of the cars
The lights passed my window
Drifted into the street
A shadow stayed behind
Of a man I couldn't see
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
