Twelve o'clock has passed
Yet I'm still up
My thoughts are full of wonder
And world's beyond my dreams
Why? It's passed my bedtime
I have to get up early tomorrow
Yet I'm here dreaming
Dreaming of love
Heartbreak
Life and death
I don't know why
But at this time of night
After twelve
And before three
Seems to be prefect for me
Sitting here, up at two am
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Poems: A collection
PoetryA small collection of my poems. Some of them are sad, some are happy, and some are just fun!
