SEE YA IN THE EVENING

all those past nights,

sometimes I get by

wishing I was with ya

under a porch light

near the hinterlands.

i gotta picture

of ya in my phone,

but that smile isn’t real life.

i can look out the window –

this external gaze,

like looking through blue bottles

bring sweet dreams

in wafts with the breeze

on a warm crepusular night

across the skyline.

girl, can’t help it,

i wanna spend it with you.

but this time,

i don’t care what time it is,

cause i don’t wanna be under a porch light.

 

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