Midnight

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Strung out on hysterics, kissing midnight

In this moonlight dancing on the red curtain, your skin, almost seems flushed with rouge

As I play your body like a violin, pluck your strings

Creating symphonies, rising above the clouds

3 thoughts on “Midnight

  1. “Strung out on hysterics, kissing midnight In this moonlight…” is fucking *everything*!!!!!!!!

    I have been a fan forever! Your raw, honest approach to words makes me so happy…I am not alone! It is heartening to know people still love realness in their work. Thank you!

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