Night

The night is still young,
but I’m getting old.
As lovers pass by
and stories unfold.

The moon is half full,
but my glass is half empty.
Can’t get to bed,
cause thoughts of you eludes me.

As the cold wind blows,
my lonesomeness grows.
Wishing that you were in this empty bed,
expecting traces of your silhouette.

Sleep hasn’t claimed me,
my lady, oh if you could,please come and save me.
So for now I shall hug my pillow tight,
with only the lovely thoughts of you as my company,
bidding me to have a good and lovely night.
(dedicated for those people who could use some sleep :D)