Even if you disappear from my eyes,
I still held the memory of how you made me feel that I was adorable after all,
That somehow, someone has seen through my facade and tried to climb its walls,
You were never bothered how high the stakes were,
And yet, there you were still trying to make me feel that I was worth the climb after all.
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The Night Visitor
PoetryIn the dark recesses of the night, I heard the scribbling sound of woe and pain, Cursing its heart To leave her thoughts and leave her be, To dwell in the past for the future to repast, To rekindle once distinguished kindled fire of Passion an...
