Goodnight Mom
She locks her door and makes her bed
Hopes to see him soon ahead
Opens her window but is quiet
The empty night is so silent
Out the window she will climb
To meet her lover right on time
Together we walk under the starry night
The feelings she feels is so right
Across the road we quietly sneak
Away from the cops that will seek
Past the church his house is near
And through his window we are finally here
All night we will lay
Until today becomes yesterday
With morning creeping upon
We only speak with a yawn
One more hug would be just right
Until she has to run back into the night
This poem is about:
Me