At midnight,
All thoughts are mixed up, what's the highlight?
Newspapers in my head they're playing in the hindsight,
Of what is new and boring, the drama intensifies,
But I couldn't care less,
I just stayed up thinking about you,
Thinking about the sleep I could've gotten instead,
Cause you're not my friend?
And anything else?
So what do you qualify yourself,
In the list of my regrets?
Anyways,
I would love to tell you that it's good to know that you're good to go,
And I would love to tell you that it's mystical and magical,
Like good to know right?
The best thing about love,
Is that it is colourful enough,
So a heartbreak can't make myself break right?
I thought so at first but I might not be right,
But this night is not about you,
Yes you're all I think about,
But this night is more about me,
And how I am myself my own neverdying enemy,
We hunt those down who steal our crown,
But it's so hard to understand that we break that crown everyday on our own,
And it's flabbergasting thinking,
All the life I'd be risking,
And I'm anxious and I'm nervous at the same time,
Wonder what will happen in the same night,
All I want is you to hold me tight,
And tell me things that are so right,
That will ease my mind,
And I'm trying not to think about all of it alright,
I'm trying,
I really am,
"Also yeah the sun is rising now... So I don't know like... I gotta go sleep *cackles maniacly*"
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PoetryAugust is slipping through our hands like a half-sipped bottle of wine and this year for me has been the most Unhinged, deranged, yet somehow on some level chic and comforting. I found and discovered things I never thought I would and I lost some th...
