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febuary 3, 2024 — night time is a past-time
darling, the moon and stars know your name
every night i sing about it with shame
and every sonnet i write is the same
will you ever forgive me again?
in the dark of night, these terrors lie
creepies that crawl and bats that fly
something i can't face, in the clouds i'm still high
'cause my greatest fear is saying goodbye
but i used to bike in this neighbourhood of mine
lately all that's passed the streets is time
so it goes and the churchbells chime
i'll have to accept i'm out your light of lime
moon's not out tonight, maybe i'll be fine
maybe this time i won't dream you're mine
moon's not out tonight, maybe i'll be fine
maybe this time i won't dream you're mine
- reddestofscarves, 10:07pm
did jesus, in his mortal body and all-knowingness, ever feel crucified by his own followers' dedication?
how deserving was i to be faced with the decision of drowning in my deep-seeded altruism or in my unconditional adoration?
- reddestofscarves, 12:36am on january 27, 2024