Our Midnight Diaries
I still long to be apart of your
midnight diary;
One whose words supply a
passion for poetic substance;
At your elegant wish,
To complete empty pages;
With the same thing that
completes yourself.
So for tonight;
When the moon rises,
Please bestow that motive unto
your pen,
So I may feel at ease to sleep;
Knowing that sometime during
my dreams,
My name is somewhere in your
midnight diary,
As yours is now written on this
very page of mine.
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