When the sun says goodnight
And the moon says good morning,
The crickets wake to begin a new story.
The morning is done so a night can begin.
The sweet night air cools the skin.
With a lingering touch
She crawls into your bones.
Her sudden sting will not last,
After our souls are numbed with a soft lullaby.
A sudden fatigue will grab at your heart,
And you'll lose the self
you never thought about.
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Gold Tipped Wings, Tar Covered Toes
PoetryThis is a poetry bundle of some light, beautiful poems and some dark, haunting poems all mashed into one place. Hope you like them. Not sure if you will but i do.
