I look up at the sky,
And it makes me wanna cry,
And even when I die,
those sparks will always fly.
There's so much more to the night,
Than fear and cold and fright.
Just look up at the stars,
Forget these expensive cars,
I know people are made of greed,
But thats not what we really need,
What everyone needs is a little hope,
Just for all this pain and misery to cope.
So when I look up at the sky,
in the end I always cry,
It reminds me that we all die,
The I'll sit down and sigh.
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Midnight Poetry | poems by L.M.
PoetryI'm pouring my heart and soul into combinations of words that contain all my love and pain in rhymes and verses. [working in progress, irregular updates]
