On nights like this, when the universe is still
my "home" is cracking. It crumbles, there's oceans to fill
On nights like this, when the world is asleep
I'm sitting up all night listening for a sound or creak
On nights like this, when the moon is glowing
my "home" is gloomy, it's atmosphere is throwing
On nights like this, when the city is calm
my "home" is in chaos, like an ever stinging balm
On nights like this, when two people become one
my family breaks again with one sinful act that just becomes a ton
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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