The young days, The old nights

The young days,

The old nights. 
The charms that hold the human horses together,

Are not so lonely, 

They’ve wrinkles hidden beneath them. 

But the concealers help find those who seek comfort, 

Good or not-so-good, 

Concealed faces attract them all. 
The wrinkles beneath are shown to some, 

To the ones who stay through the nights, 

To the ones who love through the lows and highs. 

Yet, the wrinkles don’t attract.

They’re to be accepted when unwrapped. 
The dark and the light are two phases 

Of the young days 

And the old nights. 

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