When the sun goes down.
The stars come out.
And the moon lights up the sky.
You won't even hear a sound.
I shout and begin to cry.
You won't hear me but inside there's a silent scream.
And throughout the night I won't sleep, I won't dream.
I'm too tore apart
And indeed scared to begin a new start.
You'll eventually see I have a broken heart.
Sitting alone in a dark room lit up by the moon.
Hoping to be saved from this awful life soon.
Every night I shall cry.
Hopefully, someone will save me before I die.
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Beauty Jen's poems
PoetryThis book is mainly poems about my feelings, thoughts or just something that inspired me to write about. Some poems rhyme and some don't. Poems usually have everything hidden where you can only understand it if you think deep. My poems on the othe...
