Every night
I spill the secrets
Keeping me awake
Out to the stars
Until the sun
Creeps in to eavesdrop
And the last vestiges of night
Put me to sleep.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
Nocturne
Every night
I spill the secrets
Keeping me awake
Out to the stars
Until the sun
Creeps in to eavesdrop
And the last vestiges of night
Put me to sleep.
