*Strangers in the night*

Me?
I've been busy
In your thoughts at night
When sweet little sleep takes faraway flight,
And I'm keeping you company,
In your dreamy
Eyes.

Eyes,
They don't see,
They search for love in
The pools of black that dream nebulas,
Colourful, vibrant and utterly destructive,
And make me
Weak

Weak,
I'm the most,
In the wings of embrace,
That cacoon me and trap me forever,
But i refuse to leave
For this is
Home.

Home
Comes with you,
When we met as light
A connection for strangers in the night ,
And became an unfamiliar bond,
By dawn for
Me.

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A/N:
I don't know if this is some style of poetry, but for today, i tried Pattern. Did you discern it?

Tell me your thoughts about it. Did it make sense to you?

#Day6complete

Lovelove!