Dark Night made me worries much.
Dark Sky made me miss my moon.
Dark Street made me wish you are here.
Dark House made me scare.
But in all of the dark I still like my dark room where my dark mind whispers to end itself.
Wish all the dark things will come to light, apart from my dark room.
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Author:
Junes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I feel comfort when it dark in my room and when my mind thinks about ending. Ending as in various topics. Even though, I know it bad, I can\\\'t stop it.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
Great write
Thinking about the colors on a black curtained canvas isn't a sign of ending rather a fresh start of innovation..so next time..in your room..try it..
Maybe... will try to think about it.
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