night is but a time of the day,
and the sun is a burning, dying star,
and my heart is beating feverishly,
my thoughts are again, tangled and continuously spreading,
like a never-ending disease.
perhaps mankind's only weakness,
is their own thoughts,
as we are the most self-destructive,
out of all races,
and in the end, we'll have driven mad.
it is dark,
she is here,
my heart is content,
her eyes are soft and glowing,
my mind is clear now.
a smile dancing on my lips,
a curled smirk lighting up hers,
i hope one day we can dance under the stars,
and i hope one day she'll be mine.
and i, hers.
- hers
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growing wings | Completed
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