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The Night Does Not Love
In the loneliness of the night I find your name
Etched on heart shaped rocks that pave a road,
Which I follow like a fool
Into a dark obis
Where my own shadow refuses to go.
You were the last woman I was capable of loving
But like most hid away under lock and key
My love for you could not blossom.
I was a flower you watch wilt in your darkest hours,
Underneath the heaviness of your breath
All while your soul played music
That I could never dance to.
I think of you most nights
When my lonely mind wonders
And is reminded
That the most beautiful creatures which exist
Are those who are afraid of their own
Existence.
Etched on heart shaped rocks that pave a road,
Which I follow like a fool
Into a dark obis
Where my own shadow refuses to go.
You were the last woman I was capable of loving
But like most hid away under lock and key
My love for you could not blossom.
I was a flower you watch wilt in your darkest hours,
Underneath the heaviness of your breath
All while your soul played music
That I could never dance to.
I think of you most nights
When my lonely mind wonders
And is reminded
That the most beautiful creatures which exist
Are those who are afraid of their own
Existence.
Published 2nd Jan 2014
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2nd Jan 2014 1:33pm
Really nice write.
That the most beautiful creatures which exist
Are those who are afraid of their own
Existence.
I love these lines
That the most beautiful creatures which exist
Are those who are afraid of their own
Existence.
I love these lines
12th Jan 2014 4:39am
