When the darkness covers the earth, I remain awake.
The pouring chilling rain along with the feelings I could no longer take.
When the moonlight shines for the lonesome to conversate.
When the stars are the witness of the tears I form as a lake.
How desperate my soul can be?
Mending the pieces of a broken me,
hiding behind a false facade,
marred by the one whom I had.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC
When the darkness covers the earth, I remain awake.
The pouring chilling rain along with the feelings I could no longer take.
When the moonlight shines for the lonesome to conversate.
When the stars are the witness of the tears I form as a lake.
How desperate my soul can be?
Mending the pieces of a broken me,
hiding behind a false facade,
marred by the one whom I had.
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