it's twelve A.M and I'm lying down
Staring up and the moon and her sweet frown
her white light baths the snow in blue
Shivering cold, watching the changing hues
A quiet monster creeps up from inside
from the deepest place my emotions could hide
I'm staring up at those black hills lost in thought
a prayer for you, to find a future you never sought
As the moonlight turns my eyes black and white
my wings rustle under such delight
Opening up and letting go
I let myself fly
Into the glowing snow
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ok, it's 1222am and i felt like writing. go me :-)
Written March 15th, 2006
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thank you for your entery
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yey, very cute, loved it, specally this line
I'm staring up at those black hills lost in thought
a prayer for you, to find a future you never sought
defintally could conntect with it. greattt job I like when you write at 12 22 am it makes me smile
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A wonderful piece.
Yes! Amazing work. Loved the imagery and the flow. You really brought this poem to life. You have a wonderful talent for captivating the audience, even at 12:22 I'll definitely have to check out some more of your work. Great job. Thanks for sharing.
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5 stars.
I was captivated and drawn into your words as if living in a dream. Superbly written. -
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thats a fantastic poem i really the bit were it goes a quite monster creeps up from inside
from the deepest place my emotions could hide
it also has alot of meaning if you look at the bigger picture keep wriuttbng -
You are doing a very good thing here
I can just see it happening, too, 'cause you did such a fine job of writing it! A lovely angel poem! Thank you for sharing it with us. It's cold here, too! Winter is a good time for sitting all warm indoors and only thinking about how cold it must outdoors!
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