She walls the night.
A cloak of clouds
Above a gown of stars.
Her hair made from liquid darkness.
I can see her strutting last the moon, a curving
Smile
On her face.
She watches me, and I watch her.
Because we both see past the fake smiles
We wear like lipgloss
-Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
