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Elizabeth Thorn Mar 2013
It is in night
When I have my best ideas
My most heart-staking, wretched, borderline genius thoughts

It is in night
When I take my most daring, soul-clenching, emotion-wrecked actions
And ignore the bloodied face of my consequences

It is in night
When my inner beasts are allowed free from their cages
When my inner turmoils break forth and take out their wrath

It is in night
When I must face every mistake that is claimed as my own
Every outcome, every tear shed, every heart broken

It is in night
When grace and grandeur take on new meaning
And beauty reaps what is due

It is in night
When we find our true selves
Neither good nor bad
Simply human

It is in night
When all we seek of life
Is open for the taking
If only they would stop putting us to sleep....
Elizabeth Thorn Mar 2013
My adoration for you knew no bounds
My awe at you was limitless
My care for you stretched on to the expanse of eternity
My muse

My heart raced as you spoke your words
My eyes followed in every action you took
My skin ran cold every time it brushed with yours
My muse

My heart fell to pieces as you ripped it from my chest
My wrists began to bleed as you took away my voice
My dreams discarded off as you exposed my mind
My muse

No longer do I watch the stars
No longer do sit in wait for a person who will not come
No longer will I care for a person
No longer will I breathe this air

As I lay bleeding
I wait
Wait for you
To listen

To find me
I have no want
To be alone
Save me

My muse

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