Silent nights pass me by,
Allowing the darkness to seep in,
Morning comes, a bright Sun's light,
And burns the darkness within.
Sometimes I wish for someone to save me,
To save me from myself,
Sometimes I wish for someone to be,
More than a character on a bookshelf,
But there's no one for me,
No one to love,
They're still on the shelf,
In a world so high above,
Until I learn,
To love myself.
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A Prisoner of My Thoughts
Poetry~Highest ranking: #1 in Poetry~ Just some poems and stories from a girl who really wants to escape reality at times.... This is a book, filled with my thoughts and feelings! There will be poems, short stories, and maybe even some little rants! If yo...
