I remember the bright blanket covering my legs
In fact he was covering something else
I was afraid using everything to protect me of my fear
I hate the dark, it swallows me alive
But no latern was lighted up
I'm alone in a dark room
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Complex: Poems
PoetryThis series of Poems contrast between the dark and the bright side o f the moon. This are the poems I write everyday, so they do have some come ruin with my feelings. They do not respect rhymes, but they do have the normal structure of a poem. I hop...
