Midnight Fancies


Exhaustion plays its tricks on me
When the night has met its close
With each tick my clock laughs at me
Taunting all my woes
Late hours bring deep thoughts
Of how useless it all seems
While I fight for my reality
Far from love-filled dreams
Yet these thoughts somehow bring me comfort
Dreams of love extinguished by dawning light
And so I sit, and wait, and sigh
Longing for the night


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