Actual You

The nights are heavy, I know.

A sudden attack of loneliness.

A need to intertwine with another physical being.


The mornings are light.

Burden of loneliness vanishes.

You are your true self.

Bright as the sun, fresh as the flowers.

This is the actual You.

Fuck off the heavy nights.

Sleep tight, honey.

Thank you for reading. I would love to have comments on my writing as I am new in the world of writing.

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