another night alone

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Vacant eyes to hide the lies Whispered at the dead of night. Moanings of forgotten pasts Revived at the dead of night.   Now are told the drunken thoughts By sober mouths at night.
3am
I am no stranger to solitude. Him and I, we are old friends, reacquainted as the day draws to an end once more. He doesn't take kindly to other people, so he only makes his appearance when I am alone.
I began writing poetry in order to vent how I really felt through words. I was always fasinated with poems that would rhyme. I thought it was very creative and unique the way artist would create them and wanted to do it as well.
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