Midnight modern poetry

It's past midnight.

Larks no longer sing.

The night has fallen asleep.

Only the clock is beating tirelessly.

I'm still at midnight.

Want to dance wildly with the clock?

On this quiet night

No one can know my dance steps

How ugly, besides.

I can't dream.

Everyone thinks that girl is girly.

An unexplained dream

So, I decided not to fall asleep.

I want to dance with the clock.

The clock has been beating.

My heart is also mechanical.

Keep fighting, keep fighting.

No thoughts, no consciousness.

There are no illusory dreams.

All the dreams are awake.

I have lost the qualification to dream.

From a beautiful girl.

Became a failed woman

Failure ... Yes, failure.

I can't find a better word.

To describe me and summarize me.

My youth, my dream

My loyalty, my love.

Everything is a word of failure.

What qualifications do I have?

Into the world of love, the ocean of dreams.

However, my heart is beating.

Dreams are flying and feelings are sublimating.

I can't control it.

The feeling buried in my heart

Because! because

Because I'm just an ordinary person.

Ordinary fragile woman