Author: LauraKM PM
Ahh the weirdness of me, you'll probably all laugh at this one, but i neither know you or care about what think. And if you do know me, you already know how strange i can be. (if anyone else has ever done this please let me know)Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 264 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-26-05 - id: 1869075
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Night once more and I'm writing
By lamplight, laid on my bed
The whole world sleeps but me
But I'd rather write instead
I rarely write in the day time
I prefer the shelter of night
Cloaked by a thick sheet of chocolate
When I have control of the light
The clock ticks past twelve as I write this
My family asleep in there beds
Not knowing that I'm awake writing
Their thought's flow as dreams through their heads
None of them know that I write this
Very few people do
What would they say if I told them?
What would they do if they knew?
I could never explain why I have to
It's a drug, a fix I must get
Am I ashamed of my feelings?
We've only so much blood to let
Then why can I share this with strangers
Who neither know nor care about me?
Why can I not tell my loved ones?
Why can I not let them see?
The need to record this is startling
It's something I've tried to suppress
But I can't, so instead I hide it
And make meanings harder to guess
I hear a tread on the stair now
Why do I think I must hide?
I bury my book in my pillow
And switch off the lamp by my side
I shut my eyes tight and breathe slowly
A chink of light shines through my eyes
I hear the door close and relax
But why must I live with these lies?