In the darkest of nights
Where the moon shines silvery bright,
Sometimes I,
Though I did not desire,
Hear the barest of sounds
From the darkest of shadows
And the brightest of lights
I hear echoes of the past
Of wishes and wills
That never came true
I hear echoes of cries
Secrets and lies
That left my heart feeling a bit blue
Though, if one must listen carefully,
One would hear the songs
These sad ghosts sing
Telling of a wish to come home
Or the fear of walking
Singing or dancing in this world alone
With no one, nothing, no refuge to shelter on
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- This is more like a free-form poem, really. I was listening to sad and emo-type songs (hey, don't judge!) and this just popped out. I was thinking of continuing it, but... yeah, I got lazy. =-= XD
- I know this does not make any sense.... but please bear with me. XD
- So.... tell me what you think! And vote if you liked. ^ ^
