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Midnight, And the pale moon over my head, My lonely nights and Memories haunting me like a wolf Ferocious and hungry. Midnight, And a vast forest of yew trees Darkness and silence, And an owl watching like a ghost. Amidst the darkness I found a voice: ‘I’ll love you forever, if you let me’. Midnight, And vigilantes with wide eyes. I never knew what to do With the unconnected clues, But you would always Ask the right questions. Midnight, And a faithless heart like mine That saw monsters and terrors. My heart like a cold star in the distance. But you held me close And put me in the moss With a blanket of new, unrecognised, kindness Midnight, And a reason to be alive: I have finally found a place to rest. Like a meteor you broke into my space And I was surprised to notice How lovely it is To rely on someone So completely. It was midnight, When I realised: I am here, I can breathe, And I can finally love.
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Oct 22, 2022
Oct 22, 2022 at 12:20 PM UTC
Midnights
Midnight, And the pale moon over my head, My lonely nights and Memories haunting me like a wolf Ferocious and hungry. Midnight, And a vast forest of yew trees Darkness and silence, And an owl watching like a ghost. Amidst the darkness I found a voice: ‘I’ll love you forever, if you let me’. Midnight, And vigilantes with wide eyes. I never knew what to do With the unconnected clues, But you would always Ask the right questions. Midnight, And a faithless heart like mine That saw monsters and terrors. My heart like a cold star in the distance. But you held me close And put me in the moss With a blanket of new, unrecognised, kindness Midnight, And a reason to be alive: I have finally found a place to rest. Like a meteor you broke into my space And I was surprised to notice How lovely it is To rely on someone So completely. It was midnight, When I realised: I am here, I can breathe, And I can finally love.
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21/F/Spain
Oct 22, 2022
Oct 22, 2022 at 12:20 PM UTC
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