This Night

These nights are full of frost, 

the streets full of twists and 

edges where broken hearts are 

crushed into stars,

beneath an impassive moon;

I could heal all of the 

black holes in your heart, 

fill all of the empty rooms in your mind ,

(the places you left behind) with a 

new definition of what it means to 

be lonely; I'll show you loneliness - 

all of the bitter tears and brave marks 

on my stark white flesh;

then you will know 

how foreign the dawn feels. 

The End

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