Why is it that in the night,
My thoughts come together like a chemical reaction,
The black ceiling of my room becomes my canvas,
My mind blooms like a flower,
I dream that I float in a cosmic ocean,
Where the stars take the shape of the words I speak,
Even the wind listens and sings my songs,
The night has become my friend,
With her, I find myself,
In the darkness, I move my hand in the ways that my words curve,
As I see that there's magic in my hands,
And I carve the messages of the universe,
These things happen only in the night,
When I become a creature who longs to express,
His hidden desire and the gems buried inside his chest,
My heartbeats become a call for the words that never come out in the light,
I become myself, when I'm alone, and in the silence I speak.
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A sanctuary of thoughts
PoetryA compilation of poems from the heart of a seventeen year old girl wanting to be heard
