late nights seem to be
late nights seem to be when
her deepest thoughts are revealed.
as she tells each & every story,
her heart slowly begins to heal.
as she sits up through the night,
while many are in a peaceful sleep,
her mind wanders to a place
that's just way too deep.
she see's her true self,
her inner fears, & desires.
a girl full of love &
outrageously burning fires.
her weapons of mass destruction
are of course pen & paper.
every word she writes down
is simply written to save her.
~ s.p.
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