After midnight
Everything feels so right
No longer have to control
Every part of my soul
After midnight
I can finally let go
Never feeling alone
Even between all these sleeping souls
After midnight
I'm invisible
Don't have to let anything go
I can simply have it all
After midnight
Such a wonderful time
Yet it can still rip apart my heart
When life holds me too tight
After midnight
It's such a paradox
A sight to behold
With the only constant, the sound of ticking clocks
After midnight
Something I once feared
Back when I was small
Now it's something I never want to let go
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poems
ПоэзияJust some poems I write whenever I feel like it. Some of them don't end that seriously, mostly because they aren't truly finished. I've decided to still post them that way to show that not every poem that gets written is great or a 'masterpiece' and...
