Tree tops and roof tops are the same to me
They both look down on my falling flailing feet
I chose not to say goodbye to you in fear of showing my defeat, but discovered that I'd already been found by the tears that rolled down your cheeks
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Starlight Poems
PoésieA series of often cynical poems conjured in the quiet hours of night. Each written as a way to escape my demons, only to invite them to life through my pages.
