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When The Night Comes
When the night comes
and I am all alone I usually
find myself thinking of you
yes I do for some strange reason
I start with a good memory
then a bad memory always makes
the good memory of you go away
yes when the night comes
I always think of you sweet baby
I find myself wondering why
we are apart then I remember some
of the bullshit you did to me
I realize you weren't the one
we had hardly met each other
I fell in love and I was the only
one who fell that far
and I am all alone I usually
find myself thinking of you
yes I do for some strange reason
I start with a good memory
then a bad memory always makes
the good memory of you go away
yes when the night comes
I always think of you sweet baby
I find myself wondering why
we are apart then I remember some
of the bullshit you did to me
I realize you weren't the one
we had hardly met each other
I fell in love and I was the only
one who fell that far
Published 18th Jun 2015
| Edited 19th Jun 2015
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Interesting poem with a universal them: love found, love betrayed, love lost. Keep an eye on your spelling and granmar "Done" should be 'did' and 'wasn't' should be ''weren't'. Even though this is poetry spelling and grammar do matter within certain boundaries. A lovely effort though. Keep trying!
19th Jun 2015 11:30am
I find myself wishing lots of times that I
hadn't been educated in pool halls poker games
and pool games being a hillbilly it would have
had to make a lot of difference
hadn't been educated in pool halls poker games
and pool games being a hillbilly it would have
had to make a lot of difference
