So the sun is down and out,
And so is hope, there is no doubt,
Cause its time for me to be alone,
And time to keep a heart of stone.
My nights are the worst,
Except for the days, which are all the more cursed,
And the best time of all is the one,
When I feel like a zombie, and act all stunned.
Author notes
" A poem is never finished, only abandoned ". Paul Valery
This is my creed, all the more so because I am lazy and won't complete this poem.
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