On a Night Like Tonight

It’s on nights like tonight I can’t help but think of you,

As I stare upon never changing ceiling tiles I wonder

Where are you from, where are you going?

What made you smile last, what causes tears?

Will you remember my name when you’re grown and gone?

The room spins and my eyes begin to grow weary,

I’m not even sure if I’m awake or asleep anymore

But I can’t help my continuing thoughts of you.

In a week you may forget me or perhaps it will take a month.

Perhaps in a year you’ll be gone forever or maybe it will take two.

My hands are shaking, my heart barely beating—I must be afraid

What am I afraid of? I’m afraid of you, always have been.

It seems that I only lose my voice when I want to speak the most

And it seems I want to speak when I’m close to you.

          DannYetman

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