Just one night
What a difference one night can make
The somber peace when bells have rung
the lilted songs that angels sung
Seductive air that fills your lungs
The moments when two have been one
Like every other, morning came
It seems that things are not the same
Can't tell the difference between shame
And the need to cast off blame
Expeditiously retreat
Heavy is the weight of defeat
Hopeful for the next you meet,
With the last still on your plate
Chronically uncomfortable
Neurotic, misbehaved
All things that spell out trouble
Could turn me to a slave
Though controversial it may be
To lose sight of one's identity
The power of the siren's plea
Preys on masculinity
Jubilation and elation
Twist and warp a firm foundation
No desire to practice patience
We're sick and weak from gratification
About the Creator
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