A Late Night
the popping lights cast a breaking sigh into the shadowed night
a far cry from anything lonely
a far cry from anything lonely
keys and pleas' and lovely goodbye's do the trick for the minute
and a new world is created amidst books and treated wood
an uneven grain and dreams of right brains
and left brains and wrong brains
one can't be sure if they still forgive when they're alone with themself
one can't be sure if they still forgive when they're alone with themself
if creativity was magic we'd nearly be flying
posted by Unknown @ 1:50 AM
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