Things aren't always as they seem,
The stars they all appear to gleam.
I look upon their radiant light,
And wish I could just keep this night.
For when the Sun will rise once more,
I'll have to close an open door.
A door that led to all my dreams,
Things aren't always as they seem.
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Poems by Me
PoetrySometimes, I think deep. Here are some of my deep thoughts, in poem form. You don't have to read this, but if you do, okay I guess. :)
