Category : Poems
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I hate the night because it has become noise,
The smell of yesterday's thoughts
Keeps me awake until the next Sunday.
Like an owl, roaming the woods,
I keep my eyes wide open.
Looking for a better place to rest -
On the trees, without "talking".
I hate the night because my arms
Get cold and the stars
Look at me from above amused,
Hearing me making plans
That can never be fulfilled.
I hate the night because
It no longer brings me peace.
I can hear my heart crying,
My pulse goes crazy,
Getting lost in the darkest place.