I hate when people go,
so tell me about yourself.
What do you want,
like my trauma or my favorite color?
Let's be specific.
I'm a woman who's been through a lot.
The clock strikes 12, the moon hangs low.
A velvet hush, the world would glow.
Shadows dance on a cobblestone tonight.
Tonight,
it seems I'm not alone.
Oh,
it's a midnight serenade.
Where dreams and whispers softly trade.
Stars lean close, the world's a lame.
Constantly some midnight serenades.
The saxophone sides, a lover's plume.
A melody floats on the midnight sea.
Each note I kiss so soft, so slight,
so slight.
Secret song
to the quiet sky.
The
lamplight flickers, a gentle tease.
The night exhales with a ten degrees.
If love could speak, it'd sound like this.
A fleeting moment, a stolen bliss.
Oh, it's a midnight serenade.
Where dreams and whispers softly trade.
Stars lean close, the world's a lame.
Monster, this midnight serenade.
The dawn will break,
the spell will fade.
But I'll recall this serenade.
A tune that lingers sweet and true.
A song of midnight,
me and you.