Once again, waking up at 1am
I try to sleep, but slumber doesn't find me
I hold my pillow, but it's no use
I'd rather be holding you
Sometimes I'm haunted by thoughts impure
That I'm not proud of, but still pursue
Haunted by a Ghost
Should I be scared?
Of his ocean blue eyes?
Or his radiant hair of light?
My heart wouldn't ache this much
If the Ghost of my dreams only came at midnight
But he stays. He remains
Morning, afternoon, night and dawn
The more he stays, the more I need him
The more I miss him
The more I feel him
And feel nothing at the same time
Because he's not here
He's just a Ghost
My beloved Ghost
That is never lost
To haunt my midnight thoughts
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Midnight Thoughts | Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems written during sleepless nights.
