Just like design
There are some things hidden below the fold
I wonder what is underneath mine
Defiantly rust and the stench of mold
I paint with the stars
Dotting the page with little gold rays
Wondering who you really are
And sometimes I think about you everyday
There may be a blackness inside of me
But every shadow needs light
And your orbit pulls with sweet melodies
Washing me away into the night
So continue to visit me in falling September
And keep being someone that I don't remember
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Without a Heart
PoetryWithout a Heart Poems and More Below Here is another collection of poetry. These will be short and sweet. Well, maybe not so sweet, but everyone may not like sugar. I hope you enjoy my little poems
