My heart it warms, while once I was lying, dreading in dismorphia,
Self-loathing my laziness, alas my heart is now going through polymorphia.
Like a gardenia blooming from Winter to Spring,
She's warmed me a surprise, a call and a simple thing.
Attempting to contact, all day I worry,
But she was out and about, no need to travel the story.
Simple, clarification that's the one I've been talking about,
I smiled, speechless and grateful she's there to bring smiles so stout.
She didn't know anything of my dayful stress,
Instead she did it for fun, the kindness her heart redressed.
My love, it blossoms, like a sun-kissed rose in the evening's run,
A small moment that gestures, how I've finally met the one.
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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...
