Challenge
I'm posting this at midnight. Write a poem about your late nights, your aches, your laughs, your last thoughts before sleep, your dreams. Write about the way you feel, especially if right now is a late night.
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A Quarter Past Midnight
You
It is still you I am thinking about
I don't know why I kept on thinking about you
After a quarter after midnight
You
You are one of the reasons why I smile
And the reason why I wanna cry
I know you have not noticed me
Who cares?
I'm my dreams, you're all mine.