like a night show, the untold stories revealed
only the night sky feels my emptiness
the moon sees my imperfections
only the stars know my secrets
as pillow wipe my tears and so does
my blanket comforts me
anticipating the night to pass by
while the world's asleep, dreaming a fairy tale
I'm wide awake like counting
the lost sheep
to find it's way back as the dawn breaks.

© pienswriting