Jul 16, 2012 01:20
The nighttime is my confidant,
My comforter and friend.
It alone will hold me tight
Until my sorrow ends.
It will never find fault,
Nor shame my tear-streaked face.
In it I will always have
A safe dark hiding place.
And there I'll stay until the light
Chases it away,
Forcing me to emerge
And face another day.
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