Night Skies
Night Skies
When the night comes I feel another way
It is as though my heart feel a bitter sway.
A sway that has the cause of hate that comes late
A lateness that brings me to feel that love has locked its gate.
Still the loneliness of that want haunts a change
A change that gives me a chance to exchange.
Exchange what I need to feel from the want
Because the meaning of love starts out front.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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