Words are the only thing left holding me together.
After Dark
In my lair
Nocturnal mistress Tell me about all the things you hate about me again… Absolutely no filter and me as of twenty minutes ago Where most of the magic happens (or crying)
After dark is my favorite time Tell me do they fill the places I’m void in you? Do you think you could ever love me too?
Yes? No? Maybe? Am I only loved in half light? I always dream of you xxoo So goodnight, sweet dreams…
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Night is not always dark… you know….. It’s after dark here…… my musics playing…… I’ve just written a poem…. while listening to this song…….
Night is not always dark… you know….. It’s after dark here…… my musics playing…… I’ve just written a poem…. while listening to this song…….
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This is indeed true. It is my most creative time.
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