AND THE NIGHT COMES

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem describes the magic of the night

Submitted: November 07, 2011

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The sky is blue, the sky is endless

The sky is so far away from our reach

Is it just an illusion, a hope in hell

Waiting around for this day to end

Coz it is way too blue

Almost like a fake, bright, made out colour

Waiting to be painted on a beautiful picture

Waiting for the night to come

And open up its dark wings

The city is asleep and I am finally free

Free from pain and the worlds opinions

I can finally hear my own thoughts

Talking to stars in some other galaxy

Wondering maybe that is where I am supposed to be

Night so beautiful, my only true friend

Let me ride you, set me free

Let me smell you till I can take a deep breath

Then drop me off at the furtherest star

Where nothing can reach me ever again

Where freedom will make up my every day

Stars appear so tiny yet they are so bright

Nothing is as it seems

Stars are the eyes of the so called scary night

There is something out there waiting for me

But till then I will keep on talking to stars

Breathing the freshly cold air

Setting myself free

Letting my soul dream


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