Midnight writing


Midnight writing, a special kind of beast

The loop of a symphony, consuming me

Shaky eyes instead of shaky hands

Midnight writing for the restless soul

Wondering amongst dreams, chasing you between feelings

Where are you?

Have you really became the person you used to hate?

I’m so sad to know your new spot in the lines of my face

Midnight writing, a nightmare behind, a sweet dream ahead

The shaky soul with bleeding bruises instead

Waiting, always waiting for a good night sleep

And for you my love to keep.


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