Nights come and go
The world turns without you
Darkness crept through the sky
though I look for the clouds
The moon is happy to be here
And it follows me around
For some nights there I rot in my room
As if I be buried in an area I closed
Of what we call comfort
Though there is where I cried most
It whispers in my ear
Something sharp and ablaze
I tell it to stop
For sure there are other ways
The night is beautiful
Yet I'm staring at the ceiling
The night is quiet
True to my muffled screaming
The ceiling is looking down on me
through it's cracked wound
It pictures the stars I could've been
An image with a sound
How lonely it looks up there
Despite the others around
The night is long
It's mysterious and still
Yet night is when I wake
Against my own will
The night comforts and care
Something in this kin and home
that's quite rare
The night tells me to look up
And look up I do
Counting every dot there is
Wondering who is who
The night listens
And so I talk
A star I want to be, I said
The night did not mock
It's like a little light of one's soul
Or someone's story that couldnot be told
The stars look so peaceful
Though they burn
The stars look so small
But they weren't
They were a jewel greater than diamonds
They were a magnificent sight for free
They were the blush for the dark to be sweetened
They were everything I wanted to be
The night is my friend
And I'm miss sunshine
Stories were told
that can only be found on the skyline
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Cracked Surface (That You Don't Seem To Notice)
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote on various occasions. I'm a beginner so it's not that good and some are not about me. Sometimes I think about others who have gone through way worse than me whenever I'm on my bed breaking down. I'm not someone whose parents...
