It's Always Midnight

I still write the letter ‘P’ on every page that I can,

I wrote us a song that I never really sang.

You are the only blanket that’s warm,

A blanket I no longer have.

Should’ve been careful, but I assure 

My sharp edges never meant to rip it into halves.

Brown eyes smiling back at mine, 

How I miss them so bad!

It was me, I, who was a sky, 

That was painted pitch black.

That cold winter night, you needed a scarf, 

A muffler and I tried to be all that.

I tried too hard and forgot, 

I was just a stovepipe hat.

Our best days ended 

Long before they even began.

Because I didn’t know how to love, 

Because I ran.

But the way you loved!

You are the best love I ever had.

And I broke us into pieces. 

One soul, forever, in two broken halves.

So as midnight falls, I look back,

I keep looking back!

Into the memories of you that I have!

Because “we will” will forever remain, “we had.”

So I am singing our song that we never sang, 

And I’ll sing for as long as I can.

As long as I can. 

Forgive me, because I didn’t know how to love 

Without making you sad.

Look at me, a singer with a song 

No one will sing back.

A writer, who writes the letter ‘P’ 

Everywhere he can.

A painter, painting a rainbow 

With just the colour black.

A lover, who will never

be loved back.