The tears I dry
Will be back at night
Just like the stars
They appear when it's dark.
When it's lighter
I may seem like a fighter
But when the light is gone
I am done.
Make it gray
So I can stay
This knife of gold
Is for life to hold.
Written May 2018
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PoetryPoems and such I have written them and thought I would share them. Enjoy Cover by: yours truly
