late nights
It's midnight
make up smeared and intense feelings flowing through my body
the rational thinking has disappeared and my mind is racing
Dumping boxes of poems and letters
flipping through notebooks and journals
I can't stop this feeling not tonight
find the little box
breath
not too deep
clean up your mess
and goodnight
Remember to smile in the morning.
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