Euphoria
Euphoria
Yeah that's what I'd call it
EUPHORIA: the feeling of being up until 2 am
The feeling of never wanting to sit still
The realization that the night is too beautiful to sleep through
Yeah euphoria
That's what I'd call it
Then that calm collapses
Crushing paranoia sets in
My soul grows lethargic and cold
My heart mourns the weeks troubles
My euphoria
Fades
Goodbye my sweet euphoria
May we meet again soon
This poem is about:
Me
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