NightA Poem by ZiggyBlack cold sky lit with a string of lites no one can see the streams down my face or hear my wails in the night i lay cold on the ground no one is coming and no one is home my eyes shine with unshed tears my throat horse from my screams and all i can see is the cold black......
Night © 2012 ZiggyAuthor's Note
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Added on April 13, 2012 Last Updated on April 13, 2012 |