Jessica Price

Rookie (1995 / Ireland)

Losing My Midnight Sun.

Four o' Eight, I lie awake,
Waiting for sleep to come,
To drag me under and never let me resurface,
For I hate what time has done.

But when I close my eyes
I still see your porcelain features
glowing under the light of the moon,
On that final night of happiness,

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