I want to be the midnight thought
as you slowly fall asleep.
Descending into a blissful slumber,
unawoken by fearful torture.
I want to be your idea of beautiful.
Smiling, laughing, whilst frolicking through
the joy o knowing love,
Any love.
However, due to reality it is demanded
that i am not the midnight thought.
And God only knows what nightmares come
to prey upon your fears while you rest.
And let Heaven forbid that love shan't
be shown to those who may not aspire
toward it.
Yet, they have it still to be delivered
to them, even though they deserve it most.
No, I shall not be your midnight thought,
but you are mine as I start my
Downward spiral into the dark abyss
called sleep.
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Poems for the Broken
PoetryPoetry is what keeps the world turning. People have often use it as a coping mechanism, it is no different for me.
