midnight.
twelve o'clock in the morning.
i honestly love being awake at twelve in the morning,
because of the peace it brings.
the quietness it ensues,
the troubles the clock ticks away.
it is the bridge from yesterday to tomorrow,
and i always get to experience it.
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mellifluous | poetry
Poetryrhyming words that I mean with all my heart; before my heart gets torn apart. © OCTOBER 2017 - TBA
