Late nights were that of dreams
A true paradise
What made it paradise was
Laying on the grass
Spaced out
Focused on the stars
Constellations in your eyes
The moon's glow bathing our skin
Early mornings were all that I wished for
Beautiful and bliss
Bliss was
Laying on the couch
Wrapped in your arms
Blanketed by your kisses
Old vinyl playing on repeat and you singing every word
Sunbeams creating rainbows on the floor
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AFTER HOURS
PoetryI have come to realize that the after hours are when I am truly and fully open with myself. In, the night I am left alone with thoughts that are both cheerful and dark. After Hours is a collection of thoughts and poems inspired by the night and the...
