♥ A Poem by iviedoeloves ♥|
March 06, 2005 at 06:57 pm
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Night owl by my natures own toil,
But it doesn't run in the family-
I'm the only one burning the midnight oil,
No, everyone is asleep, everyone but me.
I love the silent beat of the night,
In water-colored shadows that freak me.
Spinning words into rhymes in dark delight,
Needing the need to be quiet and sneaky.
I stay awake until the morning dew,
Now missing the moon and stars,
Tho I certainly love a beautiful day too,
The night time is where my thoughts still are.
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