Goodbye, goodbye.
These words ring in the air.
People yelled, "your knight in shining armour is gone."
He is gone, really gone.
He was my midnight.
Too scared of the darkness,
I crawled away.
Calling it not mine.
Too bad, someone whispered.
You never saw the full moon
in your midnight.
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PoetryHighest rank #40 These words are a part of me, my emotions. They take root from my innermost intuitions. Every poem is different and conveys the tune of my heart. This is my first shot at writing and I hope you find it worth your time spent. Pleas...
