anything but dawn

Good bye, city at night. I'll never see you again. All the shining stars I've seen are dead now and there's nothing that can bring them to life. Early mornings, lying down on the grass with this dew on my face thinking about the things I could see, but I never saw. Those times I had started waiting for dusk, happy as hell but ended wanting anything but dawn. I love those nights, but I'd rather keep them in my memory, than feel them once again. So, good bye, city at night.