The sky is getting lighter
And my pitch black room
Is starting to turn gray
I'm starting to see my way
And the moon is beginning to stray
But I'm just begging for a little more time
Please
stay
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Flowers Under My Skin
PoetryA series of original short poems written through my perspective.
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The sky is getting lighter
And my pitch black room
Is starting to turn gray
I'm starting to see my way
And the moon is beginning to stray
But I'm just begging for a little more time
Please
stay