I would've stayed up into the midnight hours for a conversation I cannot wish to have.
It is a forbidden thing to ask for conversations I am not allowed to even grasp.
I have seemed to love and lost but not lived.
Have I not suffered enough?
I am not even close to Shakespearean in voice or writing but I stand anyway.
When asked what time to you favour most, do I dare answer honestly?
I would've answered sometime in the midnight hours all those years ago.
And now, I would give anything for a night's rest for a fort night straight.
And yet, nothing comes of these times going by and by.
I do not dare say I love the night.
But rather say I wish for the sun.
I wish for the sun.
I wish for the sun.
I wish for the sun...
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
I would've stayed up into the midnight hours for a conversation I cannot wish to have.
It is a forbidden thing to ask for conversations I am not allowed to even grasp.
I have seemed to love and lost but not lived.
Have I not suffered enough?
I am not even close to Shakespearean in voice or writing but I stand anyway.
When asked what time to you favour most, do I dare answer honestly?
I would've answered sometime in the midnight hours all those years ago.
And now, I would give anything for a night's rest for a fort night straight.
And yet, nothing comes of these times going by and by.
I do not dare say I love the night.
But rather say I wish for the sun.
I wish for the sun.
I wish for the sun.
I wish for the sun...
I am not the poet you believe me to be.
