It is when night comes, that I sit alone here,
Thinking about how I'm lost now that you're gone;
Wishing I could just hide myself, to simply disappear.
The darkness outside I no longer fear,
And though friends keep me from being withdrawn-
It is when night comes, that I sit alone here,
Could I ask you if you're still near,
Or am I stuck in my head about what went on,
Wishing I could just hide myself to simply disappear?
It's as if the sky shedded more than a single tear,
And though a downcast won't leave me left undergone
It is when night comes, that I sit alone here,
The grass will continue to grow, not sorely severe,
But just enough to keep me from dastardly thinking on,
Wishing I could just hide myself, to simply disappear.
I know my friend, your death is not the final frontier,
And though time will pass and I will move on,
It is when night comes, that I sit alone here,
Wishing I could just hide myself, to simply, disappear.
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Feelings - A Poetry Collection
PoetryFeelings- A Poetry Collection is an experimental project where I test out different poetic styles. Normally for my writing, I do free verse, and occasionally haikus or rhymes, but I'm looking to flair up my work.
