Launchorasince 2014
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Late Nights

These days I wonder
Of things I ponder
Why do late nights consume me
Like a missing Dorothy

I marked my calendar
It's the twenty-third day of June
And my mind is awake like a radar
At 3am, eyes still staring at the moon

Is it because of the coffee I drank
Or is it because of him who played a prank
Of keeping me awake at night
To avoid the early morning light

As exhausting as it may seem
My eyes are widely covered in the dark
The room is dark and the light is dim
Yet somewhere I can see the spark

Spark of the stars playing lively in the sky
In my eyes they twinkle shiny and bright
And I thought this would be just fine
For the world can't buy the beauty of the late nights