Midnight Sun

One night, i found myself skimming the pages of my book.All about the poetic words and rhymes i have written down as if i were talking to you up front and personal.Your face gleamed like a lighted candle,Like  a promise of  forever.Then I asked myself why;Do I really have to write to you when you don't even take a glance in the sky? It's the reason why you never see me cry;The reason why you never hear me  pleading.You never know, each night I die without a kiss of the midnight sun.