What can I do where I won't get insulted
Without the wind amongst my cheeks feeling like a slap
Where the red that beats wouldn't shatter
And I can smile at you forever?
What do I have to do to convince you that I care
Without throwing myself under the bus
And frolicking through fire
For the sake of your adrenaline rush?
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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...
