I am alike the moon:
A side so dark where the stars can never reach me.
A side so cold, though the sun is set ablaze.
A side so ungodly that I shiver at its presence.
A side that I hide, but I fail miserably.
But then there is the other side;
A side so bright that smiles lights the day.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
