late night thoughts
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10 or 11 or maybe 12
I'm not sure of time
I don't look to the clock
I don't wonder about anything else
my mind is consumed with one thing
the apple, dove, and pink rose too
they bloom in my mind
Why is it that people are so afraid of change?
Do they actually find a sense of comfort in the prosaic and predictable?
How is that a way to live?
Is it even a way to live?
I've watched your broad shoulders stretch outward,
Listened to your beautiful quip of laughter,
Traced the flesh of your lower back,
And told you about my darkest moments.
POUNDING POUNDING
The thoughts want in,
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POUNDING POUNDING
They will be my end,
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POUNDING POUNDING
They want to control my functions,
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POUNDING POUNDING
When you tell me you are tired and are going to sleep
I let you
I always let you, because I love you and I know you are tired and you should sleep
What is stopping you from sleeping?
Late night conversations make you learn a lot about the people you thought you knew,
with liquor savored on our lips, and the night sky above, everything seemed infinite.
I've cried, I've weeped, I've screamed
Can you not see me??
Tell me have I become of a burden
You've taken me into oblivian
Can you not see me??
2 a.m.
caught up in my feelings
got your image running through my head
flipping through the scenery
lost or lonely
I don't know
can you tell me what I'm feeling
What does it mean to be truly free,
If I asked you this could you answer me?
And what does it mean to be whole,
Am I not complete?
Thoughts like these rush in
On lonely nights when I can't sleep.
Snow falls
As gently on the ground
As lovers
Caress skin.
Coating the ground
With soft whike flakes
Hushing the world around it
Until even a whisper
Cannot be heard.
