Midnight Wisperer

she creeps into my room on her tippy toes
i cant see her face just a black blob agenst the black background
she wispers softly good night i love you
her voice percing the air with its tone brings warth to the cold black room
i respond back love you too
but then i begin to think of evreything weve done
the funny thing is...i cant rember
i always rember good times with my friends parents never my own

by matt oneil

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