Nights like these The crave of intimacy. I’ve three hundred ply to lie upon But cry at the thought of a love gone. Keeping my blinds open Even if neighbor’s eyes catch mine tearing. For any chance to be seen Could shed light on this shadowed feeling. Maybe somebody out there feels the same 8 billion of us, so “yes” is safe to say. I know I’ll fall to sleep in silence. Saving me from shame but stealing me from reverence. Until I find solace in my dreams During nights like these.
