I had a dream
Where the tears were like diamonds
Sparkling in a room full of golden sunlight
Piercing, yet warmer than the warmest summer
We were crying glass-like stars
And the both of us were bent under
The looks of accusation, the visible scars
How many more will I make?
You were hurt, I was repentant
And I had caused much to be at stake
An accident, I say it was
But we know that's a lie
I just can't stand the darkness
And how your wings won't let you fly
But I was wrong
I apologize
And you go along
Even if the sun doesn't rise
Night lights glowing
A huge carnival
Well, a poem I wrote...I should probably try to write poems that are a bit more...hmmmm...understandable? But these are more of just laments and things I can't directly put my finger on to describe them.
-Argent♥
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