ophilia,
ophilia,
do you still twirl
to random tunes
at night?
ophilia,
ophilia,
do you regret
not bidding him
goodbye?
ophilia,
ophilia,
will you envelope
yourself in the
darkness that is in you
and around you?
ophilia,
ophilia,
what will you do when
they won't remember for
who you are, but what you
did?
ophilia,
ophilia,
what will you do
when you realize
that this sad obsession
has a name?
they'll call you
nyct.ophilia
....
so nyctophilia is the love for darkness and/or night.
yeah.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...
