I try to not talk after 2am.
because that's when I really
come out.
I share my hopes
dreams, desires, fears.
I talk about the future
and make promises that
we both know, I won't keep.
The sun acts as smelling salts
to the unconscious,
or glasses to the almost blind.
It wakes me up from my darkest thoughts.
So lets not share late night thoughts
lets not share cheap wine on carpeted apartment floors
lets not share laughs or secrets
because when the sun comes
the night buzz will be gone.
And we'll go back to being strangers
with one night of memories.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
I try to not talk after 2am.
because that's when I really
come out.
I share my hopes
dreams, desires, fears.
I talk about the future
and make promises that
we both know, I won't keep.
The sun acts as smelling salts
to the unconscious,
or glasses to the almost blind.
It wakes me up from my darkest thoughts.
So lets not share late night thoughts
lets not share cheap wine on carpeted apartment floors
lets not share laughs or secrets
because when the sun comes
the night buzz will be gone.
And we'll go back to being strangers
with one night of memories.
It's pretty late and I trust too easily when it's late at night. And the quote "we're all just looking for a hand to hold" comes to mind. Who's hand do you want to hold? Someone who you've lost, or someone you've never met?
