simple thoughts
so late at night it’s morning
sometimes all you have
is a bed to sleep
and some food to eat
the sky is bright
they call it light pollution
birds are actually singing
sometimes all you have
is a lamp to see
and a book to read
the silence is so loud
i can hear every move, breath, beat
sometimes all you have
is that quiet space
filled with hope and memories
and then it’s clear, deep down:
what i have is you
not a dream
but the complement to me
it’s 3 am
and the birds are still singing
.
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