Another new day,
A bright morning
and a brighter outlook towards life,
everywhere except in love.
When you've been scorched too many times,
You're always wary that it's going to end up burning again.
The movies in the theaters,
Where the credits roll and your heart has that fleeting hope,
only feels way too short these days.
You're almost surrounded by a mist,
where everything fades away except what you want
so desperately to be true,
but in your heart know,
is too good to be true.
The moon is shining and the wind is flowing over my face,
and as I feel that familiar quiet of the night
settle over me
There is also peace
that I'll always have me.
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Beyond the Haze
RandomA collection of journal poetry. The haze of my thoughts often prevent me from living in the moment, and these are some of them.
