Midnight’s poetry

I let my mind be taken in by lavish fancy
Lured into darkened grottos and fed faerie wine
Drunken on the hearts dreaming
I sabotage reality

A bright tale of how we could be but never are
My heart beats its painful yearning
Fogged mind wakes long ‘fore the morning

Aftermath in disappearance
‘ I just don’t see you in that way’
Hearts blood upon my lips.

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