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The rose midnights
With bouquets of candles wax
Her exotic beauty sighs

The blue midnights
Tears soothing tears
Waltz of sweet bliss

The golden midnights
Our solitudes entwined
Like moonlit vines

The blank midnights
To be filled
With your palette and dreams

The cabaret midnights
Velvet robes
Upon garden benches

The crescent midnights
Jazz Serenade of waves
Exotic gypsies

The shimmering midnights
Summer Fireflies salsa
With our moonlit love

The bouquet midnights
Hearts like roses
Blossoming

The fine wine midnights
Heavenly diamond stars
Sparkles upon champagne of shore

Reynaldo Casison
Its moonlight, the Springs moonlight
That waltzes in her hair
All Rose golden with her love there
The candle hours of midnights
That sighs sweetly and deeply
Anywhere and everywhere
Within

And where flowers are dancing
their resilient petals
High with our love
And down to earth
As the Springs fireflies wings
That with honey breezes sings
With a rare sweetness of mirth

And there upon the luminous shore
A majestic rainbow like a garden
Is grown
With our loves irises sown
Its rose spring moonlight
That waltzes in her hair
With sensual flair
Like a jazz festival and sunflowers fair

Reynaldo Casison
Samuel Feb 8
Holding on to the memories like a lifeline
Preventing me from the downfall to reality
This is the last strand of my sanity.

From the bright warm fields of babylon
I descend into the depths of the ocean.
Cold and frigid
Lifeless and sad.
Am I allowed to be mad?

A Heart snatched
Feelings still attached
My Mood trashed
For what?
Nothing.
Am I really guilty as sin?
Or is it just me
Forever falling short
Forever never enough.
tianna Jan 2023
I feel the Lavender Haze creepin' up on me
Surreal
I'm ****** if I do give a **** what people say
No deal
The 1950s **** they want from me
I just wanna stay in that Lavender Haze

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This song has been really relatable to me because I've been in a relationship for the past 9 months
And I just want to stay in this mindset forever
song by Taylor Swift
thoughts to dump Aug 2022
there are some nights
when you can’t be asleep
you’re out there partying with your friends
sipping every glass of champagne
jiving to the echoing soundboxes
owning the floor, like a dancing queen
and then, there are also nights
when you should be asleep but you aren’t
you’re there on the cold **** floor
thinking all of the crazy stuff you did last summer
sipping the bottle of beer from the fridge
listening to the cringey music
from the old record player
occasionally tiptoeing,
as if waltzing with an imaginary partner
and finally, there are nights
when no matter how hard you try to sleep
for no reason your eyelids won't heed
you stare through the dark night, across the ceiling
maybe, somehow, you’re awake in someone else's dream
he kept saying your name, whispers in the thin air
and then you sigh, “oh please, let me sleep.”
in the middle of the night
fray narte Jul 2019
my nights have stopped becoming all about you.

they have stopped becoming about
voids that smell a little
like your perfume;
they have stopped becoming about
your eyes, and how they show clips
of you,
leaving.
they have stopped becoming about
broken clocks forever set to 11:11
wishing
for your return.

they have become about
a sea of black out poetries
and classic movies
my younger self
never dreamed of watching.
they have become about
songs I have never heard before.

1 ams have stopped becoming about
getting hit by
and chasing storms
named after you.
2 ams have stopped becoming
all about poems
written about you;
it’s about time
i write
about myself.
3 ams have stopped becoming
all about
shaking in pain
at the thought of
daylights worse than
midnights
and waking up as an empty shell.

they have become about
changing the color
of the sunsets and the rains,
and hugging silk pillows
and praying for strangers
a thousand miles away.

who can ever say
i’ll know what praying is like again?

my nights have stopped becoming all about you.

now, they’re all about
me,
and my growth,
and my happiness,
and my existential crises
if they insist on coming along.

so, leave, you’re long
overdue;
leave, you don’t belong here anymore.

my nights don’t belong
to you
anymore;

i don’t
belong
to you
anymore.
Poetictunes Mar 2017
I hate the empty nights where my mind wanders to the unknown.

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