Midnight Air
Listing to voices in the midnight air,
Picking up memories which are not really there.
Laying on tear drops that fall deep night,
Learning to see limited sight.
Learning to escape the pressure that surrounds her everyday,
Fighting with her battles in every which way.
Sitting within spool of feelings of the past taunting years,
drinking much to her sadness as her memories bleeds its tears.
Her desire burns brightly as her passion for it runs deep,
She has lost her self over again in the burning midnight heat.
Darkened starts of moonlight within the evenings glow,
A sudden lack of confidence with frighten skin of snow.
To awake her ever sleeping spirit and arouse the endless sounds of pain,
To lose respect within herself to at no point to gain.
Thinking of her loved one wishing they supported her tears,
Pondering the mysteries of why she has midnight fears.
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