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Night Verses
It's at night and when i'm shutting off,
I'm tired,
seeking something soft,
..to lay upon...
:You'd think i'd be de-energized,
feeling groggy as i close my eyes:
my creativeness lacking size.
...It's that special time of day:
the repettitive hour in which i lay,
:that i find gold.
My thoughts add up to an endless sum,
Collective lines, begin to thrum,
Bright and bold, they always come:
....in my head.
...It's too bad though:
My night verses,
you guys will never know.
They're gone by morning ,
no pure gold to show.
© J-d S. J
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
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Night Verses
It's at night and when i'm shutting off,
I'm tired,
seeking something soft,
..to lay upon...
:You'd think i'd be de-energized,
feeling groggy as i close my eyes:
my creativeness lacking size.
...It's that special time of day:
the repettitive hour in which i lay,
:that i find gold.
My thoughts add up to an endless sum,
Collective lines, begin to thrum,
Bright and bold, they always come:
....in my head.
...It's too bad though:
My night verses,
you guys will never know.
They're gone by morning ,
no pure gold to show.
© J-d S. J
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