Midnight Muse

Late night thoughts in the form of a poem

Long tresses, short dresses,

Scents of perfume and gin

Linger through the thickened air,

Made dense by smoke and sin.

Daunting heart beats fill the void

Of a weak and shallow breath.

Time? It must have stopped

To bring our innocence to its death.

Pushed out are the waves of songs,

Carrying away our last bit of care.

Beneath our hearts, the liquor sinks

And fills my lungs like fresh spring air.

Hours pass, broken glass

Scattered amongst our once sweet souls.

Another tug on my lover's wrist

And in my heart, another hole.

The End

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