Only the Night

July 28, 2015

I write for the night,

For she is the one who listens

Her moon and stars hear my cries,

For I save my pain and tears for them

I stay strong for the day and his sun,

For others would worry if they saw

Yet in the night with her darkness,

No one will see me if I break

I let myself cave for only these weary hours,

Until ebony kindness draws me to sleep

And then I wake and write the next night

For she is the one I allow to listen

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