It's night again
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised
As thoughts come to mind
Befalling me into its demise.
I sigh and exhale
Releasing my daily dose of air
Thinking toxic thoughts
For my mind to so dearly share.
Can I really be loved
The way I wish for somebody to love me
To cherish me the way I do for them
With mutualism and empathy.
Of course that's possible
But the question lies with how strong
And how easily love will fade
How easily hearts can feel wronged.
Am I easy to stop loving
For someone to just fall out of love
From raising eachother to the skies
To raising themselves far above.
Would I be left broken
Just another hopeless romance
Easy to be forgotten
In the night's endless dance?
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
