It's Twelve O'Three
Oh, the fears are there but a fever dream
On a call I went from tears to laughter
Picturing the future of you and me.
It's Twelve O'Seven
You distract me from my poetry
By making me cackle and sing
Full of smiles and a midnight relief.
It's Twelve Twelve
Time is passing by so vast in this fever dream
Of communication and reconciliation
A talk between you and me.
It's Twelve Fourteen
I'm giggling when earlier I was in fear
We've talked and talked, accepting, compromising you and me
And now I breathe a smile in our midnight relief.
JE LEEST
12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoëzieDo 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...
