StillnessA Poem by Mae MoralesThe quietness of the night of being awakeSititing, laying, lacking the sleep. The warm confort of relaxation. Staring at that darkness. Listening for the sounds of the night. Any single sound spoking you. Your heart races, your breaking quckens. Your senses finally taking over. Certain nights you hear nothing except The beating of your heart You short quick breathes. Worried if this could be right. So very used to the sounds that surround you. © 2010 Mae MoralesFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on May 28, 2010 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 AuthorMae MoralesNCAboutI'm almost your typical 17 year old girl, yet the words I write down are the feelings of me that are yet afraid to come out into the real world, afraid that everyone might judge so harsly that I shoul.. more..Writing
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