For Nights Like TheseA Poem by SirenIt's for nights like these. Soaring high above the trees Crashing my way down Hurled to the ground Closing my eyes Allowing myself to die-- It's for nights like these When there's a chill in the breeze Foretelling my fate At an hour too late To save my soul Or make me whole-- It's for nights like these Where I dream with ease Of the feel of the blade The sound of the spade Shoveling on dirt To worsen my hurt-- It's for nights like these.
© 2013 SirenAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 2, 2013 Last Updated on February 2, 2013 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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