The Midnight Dance
Madness, darling, madness is what I feel
Genuine like stars before the moon so surreal
Dangerous like chaos locked within then set free
My loved ones they sing and swing and dream
Our dance, a trance of better things
Delusional I am, for Delirium is my name
Delusions we'll never see if we're all insane
Madness, darling, madness is what you feel
Under this star shot moon
Nowhere near an afternoon
Have you ever felt so real
This poem is about:
Our world
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