Sep 2014
In the wee hours of the night
Wide awake
I bask in the moonlight
Sitting up writing poetry
The vampire in me
Slowly takes over
And there is nowhere to hide
Bitten by the lover
I call the night
Wide awake
I bask in the moonlight
Sitting up writing poetry
The vampire in me
Slowly takes over
And there is nowhere to hide
Bitten by the lover
I call the night
