Tuesday, December 1, 2020

my midnight sun

you talk to me through your silences
in ways no one has ever done
for a moment I revel, thinking,
that you're my midnight sun

not that it matters to you
how much I think of 
talking to you
it's alright, I guess,
'coz I may never share 
what emotions I go through

you rattle those closed 
doors of my mental fortress
make me revisit my past
your every word tugs me 
closer to you
but I know we'll always be apart

I try to talk to you through my silences
may be in ways no one has ever done
I wish you could revel, thinking,
at least for a moment
that I may be your midnight sun




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