It’s quiet, 5-something-AM
silence is like a golden charm worn
resting reverie, proudly
by the lost and lovelorn
And I’ve never known
that side of the calm;
always standing feet planted reluctantly
within the eye of the storm

Eventually the sun will rise,
shining a brilliant spotlight
on all the hidden truths and lies;
And the fading shadows will chase after the night,
faithfully and true to form
I will stand feet planted in the darkness;

I am the lost and lovelorn

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