The one that you barely notice It when you wake up in the morning Probably snoring, Finding you alarm clock has been, Moved. Two inches to the left. The difference that doesn't fit right. But if you turn on the light My energy is still there. The kind of midnight text It wakes you up When you are fast asleep because, at midnight, all the hurt weep. You may be eyes open wide Like an energy bomb of emotions Exploded into your aura Causing you to hate yourself But my dictionary begins with adoration And stops at the word you. As if I didn't know enough I have read through it cover to cover Through and through Enough to find that you can still talk to me.