Blinding lights
in chilly nights,
a soft gleam dust
in silver bites,
carols sing
upon thy dream
in praise and love
for Christ our King.

I'm sorry
but todays battle
has come to
an end,
the angels
have arrived
before I could ever
claim myself;
who do you think won
when the demons
came up
to tame me?

VI.

It scares me
you know,
how we are just
another story
in this vast universe;
a world of
different dimensions
and to think that
not even one
could have
saved us.

V.

She was
like
a seed
of a flower,
planted
in the
most
impossible
place
to grow.

In this frigid wintry night,
I found myself singing lullaby.
I just need to sleep - the best way to fight
the feeling I got the time you said goodbye.

midnight thought. another out of boredom poem, people. hope you like it!

I play his goodbyes
like a classic
broken vinyl,
too many spoken
farewell's
to even fix;
the endmost
pain
i'll ever need,
his
last word
i'll ever hear.

She was like the sky
      made up of lightning
      and thunder,
      chaos amidst the calm;
      yet smiles and clears up
      whenever her sun
      was around.

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