last night
The world is sleeping
And there's nothing to do
No one is staying with me
And no one calling my name
Something from the table
Staring at me secretly
Like wanting me to take itself
With the pen beside it
I took it in my hands
Opened it and turned pages slowly
It smiled like thanking me
And loving me like no one ever did
I opened the cap of the pen
And the ink started flowing
On the beautiful white papers
Leaving stains of this poem
The poem is about to end
And see, it's 3 AM
It's time to say goodbye
Because no one knows,
If it's my last night.
And there's nothing to do
No one is staying with me
And no one calling my name
Something from the table
Staring at me secretly
Like wanting me to take itself
With the pen beside it
I took it in my hands
Opened it and turned pages slowly
It smiled like thanking me
And loving me like no one ever did
I opened the cap of the pen
And the ink started flowing
On the beautiful white papers
Leaving stains of this poem
The poem is about to end
And see, it's 3 AM
It's time to say goodbye
Because no one knows,
If it's my last night.
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