Some nights were hollow,
almost as if
these bones I've been in for years
didn't feel like home
Still is what I want to beBefriend the waves in my chest
Some nights, the tides were high
Afraid to swim too far,Afraid to be stranded on the shore
I'm so tired of being afraidbut some nights, I just am
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Nocturne
PoetryAccording to the dictionary, a nocturne is a work of art that is inspired by the night. So sing with me, dearest moon, tonight shall be a nocturne. Copyright © by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #52 in Poetry - 11/3/2016 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the ph...