2am is a bipolar blessing.
On the one hand,
Her clock ticks, waking worlds away.
On the other…
Dreams tattoo pulses of heart,
Maneuvered by her beaten, brush stroking pen.
Playing on punctuation,
Pushing paper preying and praying:
Nevermore.
Nothing remarkable here,
Just another ‘Starry Starry Night’.
Vincentanian Plight.
Crafting worlds of her own,
Growing tired of midnight awakenings,
She lay in waiting.
Lady Yellow,
Lady Blue,
Tell me what is troubling you?
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Poet’s Instagram: @belle.vivre
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