Theres a safety in the night
a sweet disguise
darkness excuses the flaws
the moon is far less judgmental
then his ever shinning rival for the stage
we call sky
I am more present in the night
i don't have to be ON for anyone
I can use sleepiness as a perfect excuse
to escape
My best thoughts are at night
there are more kisses
more moans
i'm convinced its when trees actually grow
Its been months since i've written a poem
and out this one writes
out in the night.
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