On a thundering night,
Below the suburbs,
The night growled a blue shine,
As the lightning was the party lights.
The boom that followed,
Was the bass, and party was just starting.
The cold wind was the alcohol on our shoulders,
The shadows were those that died and lived on drugs.
Smoke was sold,
And hearts were broke,
Love was bold,
And the night was growing old.
The grass were litters around the yard,
The silent house was the dark pool.
Sex was screamed,
One night stands were believably creamed.
By morning, it was all clear,
And again the paved roads were just a whisper.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
