Nov 2019
Nighttime
Is not moonlit cheeks
And starry eyes
It is a silent island
A private pillar
In the mists
Of lost sleep
A single bleary eye
Fuzzy and clouded
Picking out the patches
Of pixelated sky
Deadened by darkness
Alone again
Is not moonlit cheeks
And starry eyes
It is a silent island
A private pillar
In the mists
Of lost sleep
A single bleary eye
Fuzzy and clouded
Picking out the patches
Of pixelated sky
Deadened by darkness
Alone again
It's really too late for me to be up right now. Or is it early? I'm not really sure anymore.
