Night Fury

Night Fury short poem

Uploaded by Sha Berr

Vaccumed into my skin ,
I couldn’t breathe in the storm ,
so be it .
You have me whole , without a doubt.

The distant between us ripped our souls apart ,
Barely holding on to our memories hoping to make it through.

You can’t pretend that you don’t need me , cause I already read your eyes.
The mystery that hides in your smile mesmerizes my soul.
Let the world takes its toll , I will find my way back to you.

Let me fade into the dust ,
feel me in the cold winds ,
in the summer breeze past your rosy cheeks .

And in stormy nights , I would meet you by your window sill.
Like a Night fury hiding in the dark mist .

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