Silent Night
By StarGrrl
The night is silent, Dark and warm. The night secures me, My horrid problems, Are swept silently away. My spirit is set free, To roam and live. Then the morning comes, And the bright blinding sun, Brings my cursed plundering life back. I have to get slowly and painfully out of the night, To face the scary, dumb life I live. If only the night could last forever. If only I could be free. Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 03:54 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The night is silent,..."