I befriended the night,
He chased away my empty flight.
In return, I gave my share of good times
Deep into it, like it were a crime
Just as those small hands bring forth his end,
It's almost time to see an old friend.
The night is deep, the day is young
In between are secrets we never let slip from our tongue
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
I befriended the night,
He chased away my empty flight.
In return, I gave my share of good times
Deep into it, like it were a crime
Just as those small hands bring forth his end,
It's almost time to see an old friend.
The night is deep, the day is young
In between are secrets we never let slip from our tongue
—HM
