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  Sep 2018 rhiannon
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Dark sky, pouring rain.
I felt the heat from my computer under my fingertips
The occasional flash of lightning, roar of thunder.
Little snores escaped from the lips of a furry creature sound asleep.
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
The clicking of keys spell the words of my heart.
Endless sentences, wondering where to start.
The ticking of the clock, waiting for midnight's arrival.
Tick tock, tick tock.
A paradise in between the lines.
A gorgeous place where no one can find.
Where the scent of sea water lingers in the air.
Dark sky, pouring rain.
One of my favourite things to do is midnight writing. Midnight is often the best time to get inspiration, wether it's writing poems or stories.
rhiannon Mar 2018
I see you there in front of me-
Your face,your hands,your eyes,
I hear you talk,I hear you tell
Your hopes your dreams your lies.
I walked with you a sunlit trail
Together hand in hand
Then twilight came and you were gone
And now alone I stand
The woods are cold the trees are black
The dark is closing in
And you have gone away from me
Your faultless light has dimmed
Betrayal is a empty space
Raw night cold room alone
And no one can redeem your face
Sweet knight safe light your gone
this is about betrayal.

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