Midnight brings comfort and peace
That’s what I know at least
Not until it brought harm not ease
All I could ask is to “save me please”
It always feels worse at night
The reason is I don’t know why
It became a room for unwanted grotesques
That makes me hate the midnight
Those sleepless nights
Nightmares…
Darkness…
Melancholia…
replaced my thoughts about late nights.
I didn’t notice when
I liked the beauty of midnight again
Not with the presence of light
But the feeling that makes it right
Do not know what was I thankful for, Is it the one I prayed for more?
My heart’s more willing to spend,
Ever since it’s my haven I’ve met
How much I feared that time,
That’s how you made me all forget
You kept away all of my worries and sadness
And made wonderful things out of distress
I feel so pressured that all I could do is make you a prose
While all you do won’t make me want to lose
I want to write you a masterpiece
Like the greatest poetry that was ever made
You are deserving and incomparable
You deserve words not just a scribble
Take my apology if I could only write as simple as this I am a writer but I ain’t good
Please refrain from thinking that this is you
Because you are more than just this art.
From now on, please allow me to write a thousand of words for you and a hundred poems and prose about you.
I’m telling you and believe me if I say “You deserve everything, dear.”
Thank you for saving me.
My haven
And
My hope in
All of this misery.