My bed's against the wall, beneath the window's gleam,
On cold fall nights, I crack it, letting in the frosty stream.

In silence, I hear the night’s soft song,
Crickets and frogs singing all night long.
I imagine them under the moonlight, dancing,
If I listen closely, I would hear bat wings quietly flapping.

The distant rumble of cars, a gentle sound,
A soft, unspoken rhythm that seems to surround.
On clear nights, I would look up and spot a star or two,
Like a wish on the edge of dreams, shining through.

On those nights, my thoughts would drift far away,
When I gasp for breath in sorrow's sway.
Tears suffocate, emotions run deep,
In a realm where irrational phantoms creep.

On nights like these my aching heart weeps for a gentle touch upon my cheek,
To feel the steady rhythm of your heart setting my own restless beat.

With a single tear, I reopen the unhealed wound,
A tree broken, silently falling to the ground.

I drop my mask, knowing what's done is done,
Veiling my sorrows with acts no one can condone.
Memories clawing at the back of my mind,
Wishing to vanish and leave the past behind.

My sorrow’s replaced by a feeling more plain,
Where numbness remains but the pain feels less vain.
Though regret lingers and the ache won’t go away,
I find solace in the quiet of the gray...


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