I don't mine being
Here during the day,
When there's sunlight,
And warmth, and peace.
But alone in here at
Night doesn't seem
Right, and I'm left
With tears streaming
Silently down
My cheeks.
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YOU ARE READING
After Death
PoetryAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
I Just Lost The Last I Had Of You
I don't mine being
Here during the day,
When there's sunlight,
And warmth, and peace.
But alone in here at
Night doesn't seem
Right, and I'm left
With tears streaming
Silently down
My cheeks.