Not Tonight…

05 Nov

There are nights to cry

There are nights for sad songs

There are nights for icecream with fudge

& nights to count all his wrongs-

but that aint tonight

it’s for karaoke singing

it’s for turning off your phone

forget about whether it’s ringing

there are nights for chick-flicks

i watch all alone in my room

there are nights for drama

in which I predict my certain doom

there are nights that 3 boxes of tissues

won’t be near enough to last

& there are nights I want to throw rocks at my mirror,

while hating my reflection looking back-

but this night won’t be like that

this ain’t a night for tears

gunna pull my guitar out

good bye to my fears

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Posted by on November 5, 2011 in introspective, love, Poetry


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