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Pens and Papers
Hundred pages,
Of our untold stories.
Collecting pieces,
Of our lost memories.
I've been sleeping,
With pens and papers,
Making poems,
Creating lovesongs.
I watch the stars,
In the darkest night,
Wishing to see,
You twinkle bright.
This crooked smile,
Painted on my face,
Is already fading,
Just like my dreams.
I wonder how,
This night would end,
Monsters are crawling,
Under my bed.
I wipe the last drop,
Of my tears tonight,
Hoping that dawn,
Would come to light.
© silvervierre
Of our untold stories.
Collecting pieces,
Of our lost memories.
I've been sleeping,
With pens and papers,
Making poems,
Creating lovesongs.
I watch the stars,
In the darkest night,
Wishing to see,
You twinkle bright.
This crooked smile,
Painted on my face,
Is already fading,
Just like my dreams.
I wonder how,
This night would end,
Monsters are crawling,
Under my bed.
I wipe the last drop,
Of my tears tonight,
Hoping that dawn,
Would come to light.
© silvervierre
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