I wanna go back to that summer night.
The magic in the air.
The state of mind that we were in.
The way my fingers itched to hold the pen.
The way your sweet voice filled my senses.
The way your eyes filled with love.
The way mine spilled words.
Stolen glances,
Those innocent emotions.
Ethereal moments.
And I named it poetry;
'Coz poetry it was, the way those feelings filled me to the brink.
Those words that I typed onto the typewriter that night.
The symphony in your voice,
When you sang me a lullaby.
As I drifted to my licorice dream.
- scribbledthisshit ♡
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Poet's Note:
Hi! my beautiful poetry lovers. How are y'all doing? It's been ages since I've been here. Feel like got a lot to catch up on. Here's my midnight poetry edition
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Hope y'all will like it.
Don't forget to tippity-tap the star below at the bottom of your screens 🌟 and make me one of the happiest woman at this not so depressing state of my life.
Goodbye deep souls! Atleast till next time 🖤
Love you to the 🌒 & 🪐, Jia <3
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Midnight Musings
PoésieSribbled melodies that I wrote at that tender time when you are exposed to your inner vulnerable, soulful self. You guessed it, that midnight time, or the time right after it. 12 AM...., 1 AM......., 2, AM........, 3 AM..........., 4 Am...
