Midnight lovers of the Twilight.
At the hour before midnight...
He runs under street lights.
The only thing on his mind...
Is seeing her again.
She lays lonely on her settee...
Thinking will he ? Or won't he ?
Her fragile heart bleeds...
Then Midnight comes.
The moonlight beams through the cracks in the curtains...
As tangled silhouettes slowly dance on the walls.
Two shadows are as one...
Entwined together...
Feeding their hunger...
Until the rise of the sun.
And it feels so right...
Because it seems so right.
Midnight Lovers...
On a lonely night.
Like a warm blanket...
On a winter's night...
Midnight Lovers...
Of the Twilight.
Until the daybreak at least...
They fool themselves they're free.
That nothing else matters...
Until he has to leave.
A sound trembles in their hearts...
Is it just the wind blowing ?
Through the secret being kept...
The hardest part is the knowing.
That it feels so right...
Because it seems so right...
Midnight Lovers...
On a lonely night.
Like a warm blanket...
On a winter's night...
Midnight Lovers...
Of the Twilight.
The backdoor slowly opens...
They hold each other one more time.
Into the Breaking Dawn he steps...
Feeling guilty of a crime.
Inside she looks out...
Through glistening eyes and mouths goodbye...
He runs into the distance...
As the sun begins to rise...
And it feels so right...
Because it seems so right...
Midnight Lovers...
On a lonely night...
Like a warm blanket...
On a winter's night...
Midnight Lovers of the Twilight.
About the Creator
Steven Baldry
I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.
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