Night is Young

The night was young
and I was weak,
what’s your excuse?

The day is long
and all you seek,
is it really love?

The bed springs
slowly creak,
dawn grows near.

Not a word
still you speak,
I hear you.

The night was young
and I was weak,
is that your excuse?

© Autumn Siders 2018

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