Tonight


Cold and warm is this night

I look at you, we are perfect tonight

Tipsy and shaken, hiding from the light

Broken and lonely with a song of cry

I touch you when you ask

You touch me and I break my mask

Isn’t it justified, the likeness we hold

It’s you what I want tonight, not a chest of gold

When you look at me and I look at you

There is the miracle I once thought would never be true.

© An Empty Glass, 2015

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