in the midnight's turbulent
after hours like this,
when truculent streams of clamors
surround my head,
I just want your voice
to quiet down the storms
into a sweet, sonorous whisper.
I can't think of anything
but this grave pining after
the placidity of lying next to you.
I long for solace.
I long for you.
Mar 9, 2023
Mar 9, 2023 at 1:31 PM UTC
in the midnight's turbulent
after hours like this,
when truculent streams of clamors
surround my head,
I just want your voice
to quiet down the storms
into a sweet, sonorous whisper.
I can't think of anything
but this grave pining after
the placidity of lying next to you.
I long for solace.
I long for you.
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