Poetry

Late nights

There are to many late nights,

There are too many fights.

But girl, I don't think you can leave me.

Oh, I can't either you see.

You've got it right some days I live for the pain.

But what helps is you being on my brain.

You say you'll love me shameless.

Will you even though I'm nameless?

I just want too know,

How far you'll go.

For me...

I don't like these late nights,

I don't like these fights.

On deppresion,

When I talk to you it's a therapy session.

Oh, I can't survive these late nights without you,

And I don't think you gotta clue.