Only the stars
Are still here with me,
While the glittering lights of port
In this strange town,
Wink deceitfully.
Even the moon
Is nowhere to be seen,
Like a mother
Who no longer loves me.
Music is my only comfort,
The softest tones
And pliant voices,
Presenting an array of choices,
While art and poetry
Are the only things to fill the hole,
The gaping void
Within my soul.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2019 17:54
- Category: Sad
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