It’s been a long hard twenty-year night
Chasing shooting stars, waiting for sunrise
My eyes adjusted to the dark and so I couldn’t see
That I was missing the dawn while looking for me
Your name is written in chalk on my grandmother's attic
Somehow you've left a permanent stain
And isn't it strange
that I was right the first time
when I thought I found the one
if old flames were a candle then you are the dawn
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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