Late Nights

Late nights with only a cardigan

turn into sunrises with an empty bottle

our heads are empty too.

Repeat this until nights are long again

and there are things that we need

to get up and do.

Each summer comes and goes quicker

each friend starts to change

sunrises are different as well.

Our hearts they grow bigger and thicker

as we accept our different thoughts of

the world, heaven and hell.

All the leaves start to brown and crinkle 

falling from establish trunks,

the weight of the world returns.

It follows the deep lines of wrinkles

around our eyes which are now used

for our growth to concern. 

The End

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