The Perfect Midnight

 Have you called me a stranger 

yet while I'm unlearning your name

 our story rests in your drawer 

on a dusty half page


All the tears I have cried for you 

carried me away into the night

the stars used to be dancing, 

now I'm blinded by the light


All the promises made 

could fill up a cup 

but when I was thirsty for it 

it's been dry from the start


You triggered my guilt

And i tripped over it hard

Have you called me your stranger?

Have you named me your art?





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