Poems from unpunkish

dark hides our demons, but night is fragile. one light can hold it back: you.
spring is forgetting, spring is silent rain after the real storm has passed.
i am drenched in rain; i drip thunder, sigh lightning, but you’ve quelled my storms.
an artist’s true skill: giving purpose to mistakes. you’re my masterpiece.
i write stories with moonbeams, hang stars and planets between earth-bound breaths.

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