Night

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Dedicated to  carrotsareblue





She visits me daily,
And we have long,long conversations.
I don't know how it becomes so easy to spill everything I bury in deep in front of her,
She sits silently and listens everything I say along with everything I don't.

She's the only one who knows how vulnerable and terrified I am,how high I've built up my walls.
She has seen me without the veil that I never put off,
Never has she complained about my cries and irritating banters,
Also she smiles when I tell her something that made me smile.

She looks so beautiful that it's almost impossible to believe her existence,
Her dark skin is the most beautiful canvas you can lay your eyes on,
Her long raven hair and crimson lips make her so appealing,
Her flowy dress graces her body so effortlessly that it almost seems like her skin.

Sometimes she tells me her secrets too,
They are so dark that they send me chills.
She says she has seen a lot of things happen,things almost inhumane,
Also she shares the memories that make me shed tears of happiness.

She doesn't talk much though,
She listens,
She listens everything that I have to say and lack courage to admit
She brings this tranquility and peace,
That I plead her to stay beside me forever
But she leaves,
Only to return again.

I wonder if she has other friends,
And they share secrets too,
Because never did she not visit me and sit for neverending hours
I wonder if she has a family and has she ever been in love,
She's like me with high walls and quiet lips when it comes to serve.

She has stayed in the past promising me the future,
Shes my favorite part,
My constant companion,
My cave of secrets,
She's night,
Full of mysteries, full of scars.








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