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Midnight is the time for lies.
Conceivable lies, whispered lies,
lies told wordless through lips and fingertips,
lies told, harmless, because
who would still believe them in the morning?
Lying on beds,
our bodies refuse to correct assumptions,
and how can we contradict
such a beautiful moment?
I store these fragmented midnight lies in my pockets
to slip them into some day-time story,
some poem where I entrust my dangerous romanticism
to descriptions of the light on the wall,
the texture of the bedsheets,
or the taste of the autumn air,
and never to the thousand nuances of a lingering glance
or the eloquence of our inconstant heart beats.
Conceivable lies, whispered lies,
lies told wordless through lips and fingertips,
lies told, harmless, because
who would still believe them in the morning?
Lying on beds,
our bodies refuse to correct assumptions,
and how can we contradict
such a beautiful moment?
I store these fragmented midnight lies in my pockets
to slip them into some day-time story,
some poem where I entrust my dangerous romanticism
to descriptions of the light on the wall,
the texture of the bedsheets,
or the taste of the autumn air,
and never to the thousand nuances of a lingering glance
or the eloquence of our inconstant heart beats.
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Interested in your interpretations of this poem, because I've heard quite a few already. 
This was from a prompt I made for a creative writing club at my dorm where we had to write something using one of ~Bandaloop-searcher's pieces called "Six Word Memoirs" ([link])
Questions for various helpful people:
1. Does this poem need more?
2. Can you pick up on the fear of letting others see your romanticism?
3. What feelings/images/memories/interpretations did you get from this poem?
4. General critique/comments
This was from a prompt I made for a creative writing club at my dorm where we had to write something using one of ~Bandaloop-searcher's pieces called "Six Word Memoirs" ([link])Questions for various helpful people:
1. Does this poem need more?
2. Can you pick up on the fear of letting others see your romanticism?
3. What feelings/images/memories/interpretations did you get from this poem?
4. General critique/comments
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I kind of got lost around "to slip them into some more realistic day time story"
The beginning was really, really good.
The beginning was really, really good.