In the middle of the night
I toss and turn
Not capable of sleep
I wonder if somewhere
You toss and turn
Awake as well
In the middle of the night
I go for a walk
Followed by the cold moon
I wonder if somewhere
You go for walks
On moonlit nights
In the middle of the night
I sit on the hill
Find myself in the stars
I wonder if somewhere
You search your soul
Sitting alone
In the middle of the night
I crawl into bed
It is warmer inside
I wonder if somewhere
You close your eyes
Thinking of me
In the middle of the night
I shed one more tear
Wishing for better days
I wonder if somewhere
You cry for me
As I for you
In the middle of the night
Remember that day
And I touch your cold hand
I wonder if somehow
You reach for mine
But let it go.
-Yes! Emotional teen-aged poetry for the win! Actually... this isn't about love or romance, I've been meaning to mention that none of the stuff about love is actually inspired by romantic love. That craziness is not for me.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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