At eventide
Sitting on top
Last sun rays
About to cover up
This town is divine
And feelings that drown
Only city lights scintillate
While the darkness inundates
At the end of the day
Another one that was bad
All the way
When all I look forward to
Crawling back to bed
And solace in my pillow
You ask me out for coffee
But is it not too late
To be injected
With something that awakes
You twinkle, I am your star
And we sit for a while
Just you, coffee and I.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
At eventide
Sitting on top
Last sun rays
About to cover up
This town is divine
And feelings that drown
Only city lights scintillate
While the darkness inundates
At the end of the day
Another one that was bad
All the way
When all I look forward to
Crawling back to bed
And solace in my pillow
You ask me out for coffee
But is it not too late
To be injected
With something that awakes
You twinkle, I am your star
And we sit for a while
Just you, coffee and I.
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