In the Still of Night Or Fright
He came to her in the still of the night
she wondered and thought if she looked a fright
One look in his eyes no word was said
should I be afraid and run fast instead
She thought she has seen passion but saw right
behind him a hidden machete bright
With not a moment to spare she jumped through
the window faster than bullets outgrew
He came to her in the still of the night
that night so long ago she ran faster
than a speeding bullet, she made things right
He was caught next day, while he stalked Hector
A cop dressed like a woman quite bright, bright
He came to her in the still of the night.
04/01/2020
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