midnight skies, those beautiful highs
just looking for that perfect high
you make me sigh
I feel highthe old I'll die
standing i
to me am ifalling shortly
to this dismay
to sleep again
to unfray
to feel this way
today today
i am what they sayt h e y c a l l e d it Black
t h e y c a l l e d it White
I am not G R E Ythose beautiful highs chasing the lows
the you in i following as goes
beautiful highs
you take me like skies
don't wanna fly down
I hate the low
getting high off midnight skies
under moonlight, the late of times
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Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness