The crisp of midnight air knocked agains her window.
It was an ordinary night but not an ordinary mind.
The crisp of midnight air wandered outside, Waiting of a mind like hers to be the one to find.
Tears streamed down yer eyes,
Mimicking those that dripped on the damp pavement.
The night would end in a heartbeat,
But her thoughts would haunt her with resentment.
She closed her eyes,
Let the cold wrap around her,
Like the arms she so endlessly dreamed of
When day was gone
And then came the darkness.
Time seemed to become faster
And her life slower somehow,
Feeling every second pass
And the eternity of now.
But the crisp midnight air knocked against her window,
And in that ordinary night her mind forsook her body.
The crisp of midnight air wandered outside,
Expectant, to fill a soul that void embodied.
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