I welcome the night
With a fragile heart
With an unstable soul
I enter the dark
I go to bed
With an uncertain end
Though I can begin to dream,
In love again
But when the morning breaks
And I open my eyes
I wake up again
Indifferent to life
Why does this happen?
Why must I be numb
Why can I only feel
When the night has come
I hate emotional highs
Inconsistency hurts
Why can't I love tonight
And when the sunlight burns
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
