Madeleine, what's on your mind?
You've been pretty quiet lately;
is everything alright?
Is there a cloud above your bed?
Are there monsters in your head
keeping you up at half past midnight?
Looks like you haven't any sleep.
You're suffering from the secrets that you keep.
It's written in your eyes; it's fear inside
though it seems you couldn't feel a thing
Madeleine, it's okay to cry
over things that bring us pain;
it lets us know we are alive.
Do you need someone to hug?
Are you desperate for some love?
I hope you know I'm always here to offer mine.
05.01.17
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
