late at night they are my only friends
I whisper low and ask them where have they been
like souls, like fairies they fly
talking quietly amongst themselves in the night sky
I gaze upon them and wonder
how the great heavens above my head could ever be torn asunder
they listen to me, silently answering my questions
all the while the earth declares its condescension
Up in the midnight lake they sing
so softly, but I'm listening
YOU ARE READING
Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
