Dear Selene,
I'm content with how the night has made its end.
I brushed my teeth,
I washed my face,
I changed my shirt,
I found my place.
Although it was rocky, although I had cried,
The ending has me smiling, sleepy with some peace of mind.
I was scared, I was bruised, but Jane has jazz playing through her screen.
I was worried and confused, but Jane found ideas so to lean.
Dear Selene,
I'm glad for where the night is ending.
I brushed my teeth,
I washed my face,
I changed my shirt,
I found my place.
All things simple to the mind of most and others,
I couldn't have done it without the motivating conclusion of this earthly mother.
Things are still scary, things are still bruised.
Things are still messy, things are still confused.
And yet here I am, smiling at the end of my night,
'Cause we had talked some through, a firefly of light.
Dear Selene,
Thank you for the end of tonight.
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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...
