My tired eyes glance around
The pink walls of my
Bedroom,
Not bothering to pay attention
To the butterfly patterns
On the walls.
The clock reads
12:00 am.
My mind tells me to
Let the arms of sleep pull
Me into their embrace,
But my heart tells me to
Stay awake
Write a poem
Draw
And look at the stars.
My heart yearns for the feeling of
My cold window
And the feeling of the white
Lace curtains that do little
To hide the moon's bright
Light.
My heart wants me to
Stay awake because it has
Too many things it wants to
Do and it believes that if I
Closed my eyes,
Even for a second,
I'd miss something spectacular.
Nothing happens
In the early hours of the
Morning but my heart
Wants to believe,
So maybe I should too.
M.R
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