Dreaming of blackness to find the light
Having many wishes but it's already night
Love so much and much, much more
Down the enpty hallway, open the door
The sky is dark, no stars in sight
When it's dawn, will it get bright?
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Confused Days
Poetry~ Confusion helps when I'm sad. It takes my mind off it. I drift off to sleep, And all I see is darkness ~ Poems that I can't find homes for ~ 'Days' series updated every two days
