When
days are over
and nights descend
like petals of black,
the
world has an
array of lights
through the moon
and countless stars.
When
this only hour
is a moment to
articulate the silence,
it
will break, it
will break too soon
and I can’t be here
with
the only solitude
that happens when
everyone is gone,
I
cannot be the
laughter, but the
cry that sleeps on my bed.
2016
I love those words in the last paragraph x
Thanks for loving it 🙂
beautiful and sad –
thanks! 🙂