Things get messy when darkness falls.
Silnet nights spent sleeping in a burning
Bed, choking on racing heartbeats.
Never warned about his cherry ice cream
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Just like all stories secerts never stay secrets for long. Excellent!
No they don't. Lovely poem. Love can cause insomnia...plucking away at your dreams...he loves me he loves me notting till sunrise.
We see your darkness. Let there be light.