I always long for the night to come
where all my thoughts become alive
I find myself swallowed
by this small hole of fantasy
I never meant to make it big
but somehow I pray it be real
where we kissed
where we hugged
where we looked in each other's eyes
intensely, passionately, fiercely
oh, I'm kneeling to the stars
to make this dream come alive
just how I imagined it to be
MIA BELLA, NN
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Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
