As night falls, the mind comes to a stand still
Grasping pieces that desire to be filled
Every night the cruelest light
is shed on me
Seeping through the shame
She holds it there with her words a-flare
Burning through my chambers
Every event replays in my mind, recurring
Every sight takes place in my eyes, recurring
Every word traveled to my ears, recurring
But it's you in my mind
But it's you who I see
But it's you who I hear
Recurring
Recurring
Recurring
But in the end I am still left yearning.
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Nightly Conversations ch.1
PoetryEvery night before bed I would like to try and write a poem here.
