Ever since I was a child, I've always feared the dark...
Where can you be found when it's dark and lonely?
I can be found lying in on my side, wrapped in a heavy melancholia.
The inside of my heart is desolate; it is constantly looking for someone to claim it with just a few words.
Those that I know are only here for a short time - then the dime must drop.
I always fall into an eerie, pensive darkness.
The darkness will only grant you the gift of forlorn.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
