These late nights, there are no end The keyboard and I aren’t just friends These poems I write The ones that keep me awake Are all in hope that I’ll have you one day
click click click the letters mix and stir and whick my thoughts onto the glowing white page the qwerty keyboards calling my name write me it screams and begs and pleads it tells me the clicks will wash away the feelings of another lost day the clicks whisper of hidden things that time will pass that mindless thing as i sit clicking and whicking and stirring up thought and laughing and crying all inside as my family lives their lives that i forget to take interest in as they all respond to their clicks
don't mind spending my saturday nights in solitude gives me this sense of gratitude just knowing my own company is plentitude feeling proud of my renewed *attitude
