Dead of the Night
Wake me up in the dead of the night
When the living are slumbering
And the entities mustering
For it feels so wrong
To be vulnerable and naive.
I’ll be wandering till the dawn
For it feels so wrong
Everyone gazing the moon
Everyone but me.
I want to be there in the dusk
Taking in the dust
Looking for what is mine
And what isn't.
I want to waltz in the moonlight
As the spotlight will be mine
The stars twinkling
In the dead of the night.
Copyright © Pari Panwala | Year Posted 2022
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