Warm Nights Like This

May 20, 2012 § 2 Comments

A warm night. At last.

Nights like this are tired of losing, unloving, compromising. Nights like this win, love, and rebel.

Nights like this play De Niro in the mirror. Call out the good days.

Nights like this unpack their best memories. Drink expensive wine in water glasses. Make phone calls drunk.

Nights like this get rid of the moon. Meet the bad boy downtown.

Nights like this go to bed with nothing on but stars.

Nights like this don’t believe in dawn.


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