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Quiet Nights
Quiet nights overtaken by silence.
I hear a train in the distance, calling for violence.
I argue with it, telling it to turn around.
You will find nothing of value in this town.
Lonely nights and broken hearts.
Haunting weather, and stinging darts.
Words that feel like turning knives.
Wasted years and alibis.
Strained faces, crooked smiles.
I sit here, all the while.
Looking into the skies, with my tired eyes.
I wish you would rid yourself of this disguise.
Freezing wind, bright headlights.
You’ll find them here, on these quiet nights.
I hear a train in the distance, calling for violence.
I argue with it, telling it to turn around.
You will find nothing of value in this town.
Lonely nights and broken hearts.
Haunting weather, and stinging darts.
Words that feel like turning knives.
Wasted years and alibis.
Strained faces, crooked smiles.
I sit here, all the while.
Looking into the skies, with my tired eyes.
I wish you would rid yourself of this disguise.
Freezing wind, bright headlights.
You’ll find them here, on these quiet nights.
Published 16th Jan 2014
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