Sweet Goodnight

by Michael Taylor - Taurus

Before darkness falls,
before th stars are in sight.
who is it that you call now,
to say your sweet goodnight?

I miss your voice
before the crickets cry.
i miss your sweet hello
before the bats come out to fly.

But now i lay alone in bed
as only pillows muffle the sounds of my weep.
because without that last call from you
my day feels so incomplete.

i wait by the phone
in hopes for a call
but not a sound pierces the silence
just my tears as they fall.

So there i weep
growing dim with the night
and i feel the light of you and me
burning further out of sight

So before darkness falls,
before the stars are in sight.
who is it that you call now,
to say your sweet goodnight?

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2002-01-22 21:37:06
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:38
Poem ID: 66880

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