This is how the night is,
It’s raining softly,
Some streets are awake
As you wander through them,
As you lie beside me,
Asleep,
And I wonder what dreams
Will I break into
If I just held your hand.
You sigh softly,
And the rain hears you,
And I hear you
And move my hand away.
This is how the night is,
Your fingers curled into
Little dreams,
And mine like thieves
Break into those dreams,
And I wander,
Ducking and hiding,
Searching those streets
For traces of you.
For traces of me.
(Screw the muses… I’m through with this)
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