The Dark Of NightIn the dark of the night,
In a world occupied by only us two,
You turn to me and spill your heart
Onto the warm bed,
Across the soft pillows between our faces,
Over inches or miles,
Depending on your words.
You tell me your weaknesses,
The flaws you could never admit to the light.
I suppose it makes sense this way;
I am your darkness,
The little voice in the back of your mind
That draws you to indiscretions and falsehoods.
And so it is I who hears your deepest shame,
Your inappropriate little anecdotes,
The things she may never know,
Because, in the dark of night,
The world is ours,
And I am yours. The Dark Of Nightin Literature
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But this girl, the one who's always stayed with me, in the back of my head, she came back. No one comes back, but she did. Of course, she's going to leave again.
I first met her one year, one month and eleven days ago. Christmas. I had seen her a few days before, but that was the first time I had the chance to talk to her. We stayed up all night, and I sang her Tongan love songs. She left the next day, so I sang her 'Leaving on a Jetplane,' too. I didn't believe she'd come back. She said she would, and I hoped with all my heart she meant it, but I Lady in Redin Literature
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