has anyone ever told you that youre only beautiful at night?

when the air darkens is when you have the denoting equivalence of a perfected face.

perfected only by MY midnight thoughts of combined imperfections.

slight glimmers of reflected light from the moon through the clouds is only when i will look at you.

your innocence is only of fledgling souls lost amongst crowded school halls and football stands.

but only at night does this transpire....

only at night are you beautiful.

i watch you walk through deteriorated mind paths and twisted memories.

all in hopes to make moments.

i seep through the darkness at a chance to caress your face,

your broken face of that which i forgot.

i forgot the reason why you are only beautiful at night

for beauty of yours is always hidden from open hours and translucent rays.

a scarred beauty that only a broken soul could love.

an imperfected soul.

and comes alas of why we are only beautiful at night.