I see myself at dusk with a typewriter
Staring at the stars with someone close
Who loves me as much as I love them
Someone, dare I say, loves me most.
I see myself quiet, away from the crowd
But within myself is an internal peace
The moon as my guide and intuition
With my hands I craft another art piece.
I see myself as I with a future ahead
The sunset as a friend and of those still true
I see myself as nobody else
Than me, myself, and I don't think, I do.
I see myself with friends of which I cherish
Together we'll sing with no remorse of the night
Sharing feelings so free
In the dusk with candlelight.
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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...
