Some nights

 

There are different kinds of nights.

Some nights feel peaceful.

Some nights feel painful.

Even though it’s filled with the same kind of music.

 

It’s raining again and I’m left in a cardboard box by the road side. 

And I still have no idea where I am.

What I’m supposed to do.

Where I’m supposed to go.

Did I really think that I’d end up dry, and warm?

Of course my eyes are soaked with rain

Have you an umbrella to spare?

 

Everyone just goes their own way

 

I guess it’s what I deserve huh.

 

You wanted to be alone didn’t you?

Well you have it now.

 

I’ve been on a roll with poems lately huh.

 

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