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Nighttime with nothing to do
Every one is gone,
Every one is silent,
Every one is busy,
And I am all alone.
I am laying in bed,
At nighttime,
Finding excuses to stay up,
To further ruin my ambitions,
And inhibitions,
And exhibitions.
I cannot count
How many thoughts
Are running in my head now,
But I can tell you,
When you're alone
In situations like this,
It feels like you're gonna be
Forever alone
Picking off the beautiful things,
Shattering the gateway
To your dreams with
Each blowing thought
Every one is silent,
Every one is busy,
And I am all alone.
I am laying in bed,
At nighttime,
Finding excuses to stay up,
To further ruin my ambitions,
And inhibitions,
And exhibitions.
I cannot count
How many thoughts
Are running in my head now,
But I can tell you,
When you're alone
In situations like this,
It feels like you're gonna be
Forever alone
Picking off the beautiful things,
Shattering the gateway
To your dreams with
Each blowing thought
Published 5th Sep 2015
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5th Sep 2015 1:58pm
Picking off the beautiful things,
Shattering the gateway
To your dreams with
Each blowing thought ""
Such a nice ending. And felt your words doll. Manic deppresive insomniac here, slowing down thoughts my nemisis.
Nice first piece! More good things to come im sure!
🚬🌹
J
Shattering the gateway
To your dreams with
Each blowing thought ""
Such a nice ending. And felt your words doll. Manic deppresive insomniac here, slowing down thoughts my nemisis.
Nice first piece! More good things to come im sure!
🚬🌹
J
5th Sep 2015 4:38pm
6th Sep 2015 3:41am
nothing to do, but write. it's a slight condolence, I suppose, but we writers live for those moments...
