We meet again in the darkness of the night.
A small smirk on your face
I can see it in the light.
I keep walking, yet when I look back, you stay.
I know I should leave.
I know I should go.
But I have one more thing I want to retrieve.
One more thing; you wouldn't know
I step forward to see the darkness of your figure.
It's my past.
A painted picture
Nothing was ever so vast.
I can see it now—the lust and lies.
I can see now why we must all cry.
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All's fair in love and poetry
PoetryHi! I just wanted to share some of my poems. I haven't been writing for very long so don't expect these to be awesome.
