Poetry

First of all I have a depressing one, just to get it over and done with

I cry because my soul is breaking,

letting it's inside's out.

Giving up on all it knows,

and asking for some help.

And now for the romantic one

In the dead of night we bear our souls,

show our vulnerabilities,

picking some up along the way.

We delight in our flaws and learn to love them.

In the dead of night we become one,

mixing pain with pleasure, 

mess with purity.

In the dead of night we love,

kindling our souls.

Both I wrote myself and are my creations.

Please do not quote these without my permission or referencing.

Hope you enjoyed =)