Last Night

I wrote this for you last night—just for you,

With words that are supposed to describe

The way that I feel in my heart.

My heart beats—some nights it beats slow,

But every night it beats for you.

I started to write in hopes of describing myself,

Letting you inside my mind to see who I am—

I hoped there would be magic in my words,

To make you fall in love or at the very least

To understand the way I felt last night.

I wrote by a dim light, a pen scribbling,

Each word that left my hand was for you—

Designed like a lock and key to fit your eyes.

Fragments of my soul spilt against the page,

Built out of a desire to touch your heart.

Last night I stayed up late, wondering

If you would ever understand

Why my words were spilt by night.

I began to conjure images of taking your hand

And dancing to songs that played on the radio,

All the while knowing that you are clueless

Of the words that were just for you.

      DannYetman

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