Hey darling, wake up,
It's midnight and it's dark,
You know what to do,
You know just what to feel.
No one's watching, not an eye,
Everybody's dreaming away,
And you alone have not drifted to deep slumber,
And there's no mystery to that.
Pour out your deepest feelings into the night,
All your pain and misery,
Brew them in your heart,
And let your eyes water like the sky.
Hey darling, wake up,
It's midnight and it's dark,
Shatter, break and crumble,
Because at midnight alone, you are allowed to feel.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
