Midnight aren't for those in love,
They are for those whose hearts are down in the dumps,
Midnight aren't for couples relishing each other's touch,
They are for those that feel everything all too much.
It is for those whose mind wander,
Far from this world and hide behind smiles that can't cover
The pain, the hurt, and sadness,
Whose minds are out to get them, remind them of all evil, despair, and hurt they have thought of,
Midnight are for the mind Wanderers who never seem to have seen happiness.
Midnight are for those whose minds burn with passion for someone or for their arts,
For those who doesn't seem to have an outlet,
They let their passion eat them alive as they drown in unused talent,
It threatens to dig its way up but they stuff it back down their throats,
Midnight are for the passionate.
Midnight are for those who help everyone they can as they let their own struggles eat them inside out,
It's for those who are struggling but can't seem to say a word,
Her burdens are like boulders weighing her down but she put on a smile like she didn't nearly just drown,
"I don't want to bother them", "I don't want to bother them" she says,
Midnight are for the passionate helpers.
Midnight are for those who are on the verge of a breakdown
The piece themselves like they didn't almost shatter,
They weep at night wondering when it would end,
When will everything turn around and make sense,
And when morning comes they will clean their eyes like they didn't try to end it all,
Midnight are for those on the edge.
Midnight are those who doesn't smile anymore,
Those who lost their spark and can't remember who they are, they are not sure,
it's a constant battle they are empty but they feel so heavy, it's for those who want to be happy but something seems to be sucking it out,
Those who hate themselves and lay in a bed with a knife in one hand and a letter in the other.
The midnight is for silent lovers,
Those who love but choose to stay silent,
She knows what she wants and it's not him,
His heart is now black from the flames of anger lodged within as he think of her moans,
Moans from another man hands on her, lighting her desire in ways he never could,
Midnight are for those with unrequited love.
Midnight aren't for lovers who swear forever,
Intertwining in the heat of each other's embrace,
It's not for the couples which souls are connected wherever,
It is for the mind wanderers, the passionate, the poets, the sad, the angst, it's for those who have lost their spark,
It's for those who are on the verge of total damnation.
It's AbeegailāØš
Thanks for stopping by.
Images are sourced and poem was written by me.
