Midnight

So I woke up at midnight
’cause I was thinking of you

And I couldn’t help but
think what I’d tell you

if you’d be thinking of me
and why can’t you,
can’t you
think of me.

So I woke in the night
thinking of you, and
I wonder

if you were awake to me
and dreamed to me that
you love me like midnight, then

when in the quiet
and in the dark
you see me, and
hear me sing
a shy song
gorgeous one,
do you imagine me, and

if then I hope you are not
a trivial passing
muscle d’art with
no brain for me, ’cause
I’d like to touch
a passionate human
of the honest species
bold and brave enough
to tell me that
you love me true.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje

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