In a kitchen with floral walls,
Summer is on the verge afterall.
Yes, school's still tomorrow and night is here,
But there's a smile on my face alongside buttercream beer.
Baked goods frosted on top,
Summer is almost at a hop.
Yes, my responsibilities are still here to stay,
But I can relax with little more stress to pay.
Late at night with some friends,
Winter is meeting its end.
Yes, there's still difficulties and challenges to rise,
But days are longer and my freedom is longing to fly.
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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...
