Late night thoughts
Are usually the worse
Without the light of day
To keep the shadows at bay
They integrate
Into everything
Nasty boggarts
That take the shape of every and any
Nightmare that springs
Luckily I've got a second sun
She sticks around
For whatever reason
But she shines the most brilliant light
For me
Not too hot
Even though others might be easily burned
For she's hot enough
To leave the darkness scorched and scorned
A/N: Dedicated to uhm1212
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PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
