The Empty Bed

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It was a small fight
just some petty argument

At the Stroke of Midnight

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A masquerade
A dance
Lonely people hiding
behind silly masks
pretending to enjoy
the evening

You walked to the corner
of where my unwanted soul
had taken refuge
and asked me to dance

I got wonderstruck
by the sparkle in your eyes
You lead me to the dancefloor
my hand in yours
and carried me through the rhythm
my heart with yours

At the stroke of midnight
you kissed me on my lips
I closed my eyes
and got lost in the magic

When I opened them back
you were there no more
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Daily Prompt: Stroke of Midnight

The Music of the Soul

The One

“Are you sleepy, honey?” He asked while looking at my weary eyes.

“Yes.” I immediately answered with a yawn.

Music Box

Your Love

Your love is like the warmth of the fireplace on winter,
it takes away the chills and coldness I feel inside,
it gives me serenity and the feeling of home.

The Guitar Man

I heard about his passion for music. How the notes dance as he strums that guitar.

UN-HAPPINESS

“I’m not happy anymore!”
Those were the words that I feared the most
to come out of your mouth

Love A Girl Who Writes

Have you  ever wonder how it feels to be in love with a girl who writes?