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The Midnight Garden
I know you want to get away,
so meet me in the midnight garden.
Your parents argue with you to stay
but join me in the midnight garden.
The pretty petunias patiently wait,
so let's gather alone in the midnight garden.
Outside your window, I’ll play the waiting game,
in your spectacular sparkling midnight garden.
Let the moon shine down on us before we quietly depart,
from the far gate of your midnight garden.
We’ll be sure not to crush crisp fallen leaves to not make a sound,
as we exit your midnight garden.
Upon the withdrawal from your palace home,
we’ll ride far far away from your midnight garden.
You complain your home is like a prison,
so let me remove you from the house with the midnight garden.
I wait, longing for you till sunrise at dawn inside the midnight garden.
But, you don’t show, and so I go back to my lonely home.
I think about you for days to no end.
The tears I’ve shed made a flood and then,
The tears from my sadness conjoined with mixed rage,
absorbed into the ground like writing on a page.
The earth knew of my feelings of sadness and betrayal,
And mother nature worked her magic so hope could prevail.
When I awoke I thought of nothing but you,
till I looked outside and saw what the earth could do.
A beautiful garden outside my door,
which I am most certain is better than yours.
Thoughts of you engulf my memory no more.
And I thrive through life without you,
in my midnight garden.
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