After Midnight
everything I couldn't say
Tonight When I Miss You.
Sitting on this window's ledge
I pour myself a cup of rage
and ready with a pen and paper
I'll wait for the unheard melodies
that filter through the silent night
rain down on me and wash me clean.
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