The sun shines through my windows, But the night lives on in my mind. Thoughts of a melancholic moon, you, Imaginary jealousy, a wish To just leave things be. Oh, it’s simultaneously light and dark, Life and death, But either way, Nothing In the end.
22 year-old English Major - I've used poetry for years now as a way to express myself and explore my own feelings, and find it therapeutic to write and publish the poetry that results from that.
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