October 28, 2017October 30, 2017 by Maybe Just Happy MIDNIGHT Another day dies, As I sit in the balcony of my room, Watch my dreams sprouting, Among the wild weeds. Oh once I tried, But tired soon. The uneven terrain, The rocks unblunted and killing. I gave up quick enough. Who knows, Perhaps it’s a fear. I might find you waiting there. So I stay by the sun setting down, Standing by the hills, And dream of you. Alone in the night, On a dark hill, With pines around me, Spicy and still. And I wonder, if two people, Watching from afar, Know better than to wish, Either on 11:11s, Or on a dying star. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related