My eyewitness your altering behaviorHow this glimmer turned into darknessNot seeing anything at…
I’ve spent too many nightstrying to get tired enoughto stop hating myself
poetry
I called him my nightintriguing unknown-nessand full of stars
Ashes in the night,small sparks become rising stars,living memories.Remember…
In the quiet,Of the night.
It seems like it’s always farA floating starI’ve always wondered if you areHere again…
