Poems at Midnight

My moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create.

This is for the young birds, who carry the hearts of old souls.
From a teenage girl who collects her thoughts and keeps them in the palms of her hand and lets them slip and dance all over her journal and keyboard.
Soothing your midnight thoughts.