HidingA Poem by Christian BonoanThe night was dead but we’re so alive
we lived the night full of sweet bliss but the lights were there to catch us alive to cage us from the freedom we possess Once we’re known, they’ll all thirst for they love talking about the story of us we should hide, since our lives were cursed from the eyes of the people around us We ran like animals from hunters for our lives that they want to devour hunters, oh they know no manners they only care for their so called power We know places to hide from the light as we see the light from the window pane and we loved each other ‘til the morning light over again until we’re all insane © 2017 Christian BonoanReviews
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