When the Midnight Hour Comes
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What was I thinking
that you could learn to love me
illusions wandering through my mind
We talk in riddles
to avoid the obvious
all foremost in our thoughts
A silence that’s somehow easier to bear
yet when the midnight hour comes
there’s nothing to console me
All the memories may rise
but won’t amount to much
muddling through the darkness
I just close my eyes
try to forget my sorrow
see what wisdom comes of it tomorrow
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on September 25, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Posted on September 17, 2022
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2022
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