The night likes long lonely hugs
burning the midnight oil with some ink and drugs
a poet alone and hopelessly in love

all I want to do is write the next line
my mind is empty but my heart is filled
if I closed my eyes my body would be thrilled
but I don't think the night should be alone
under her moon it feels like home
she takes her time whispering into my ear
talking about life and love and fear
her soothing voice and gentle touch
make me not miss sleep as much
but
at some point I have to say goodbye and close my eyes
under the night, the moon, and the starry skies
our long lonely hug must come to an end
but the sun will rise and set once again