In the middle of the night,
Awake in bed.
Laughing and talking,
When we're supposed to be sleeping instead.
When the sun's first ray's emerge,
We're still dancing.
Started at 9 in the night,
And continued all the way till morning.
Singing at the top of our lungs,
Taking selfies on the phone,
Staying untill 12 O' Clock,
Not wanting to go back home.
~!~Diana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
