Midnight Thoughts

See… It’s not just the way a name rolls off the tongue, It’s how the syllables settle into the silence Like they *belong* there— Like velvet pressed against the hush of 2 a.m. thoughts. You move like a Sunday morning— unhurried, unbothered, unapologetically divine. And I? I’m just a pen trying to keep up with your rhythm, Trying to make sense of the story your smile tells When words are too shy to speak. You are jazz in human form— improvised perfection, every note a soft rebellion against the ordinary. I don’t need Cupid’s arrows, I just need the echo of your laugh in my chest And the way your eyes turn seconds into eternity. See, this ain’t no movie scene— this is real, raw, unfiltered truth draped in passion and painted in verses written just for you. *— Written by Timrika*