I always have been fond of the Yin Yang sign.
Two sides, completely different
Showing traces of each other in themselves
I never thought much of it until i got older
A star in the night sky
The hope of sunrise in the darkest pain
The moon slicing through the atmosphere
Rocking everyone to sleep
Above our heads, there are starts freckling the night to remind me of the glitter in the black paint
And
There is a piece of darkness hidden in the most shining souls
There is an eclipse sometimes that shows even the suns light has to take a break every once in a while
the black dot is a broken part left in someone that has experienced loss
A hole left in someone's heart that is impossible to fill
But they still smile and show the best in them
Trying to hide the hole
The yin to my yang
Rest in pieces
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I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
