The Last Night

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    The Last Night

    The day began being different from the rest,
    I loved you and I felt like the best,
    We kept going and I kept up the fight,
    But little did I know it would be our last night.

    I wrote to you anxious to look,
    I remembered the first time and my body shook,
    I couldn’t wait so I left,
    Hoping to find you there was my best bet.

    She told me something and I scared me a little,
    But when I saw you I changed I could no longer be bitter,
    We were having fun being together the whole time,
    Being happy for you were still the rhythm of my life.

    You got wet, I got wet, we all got wet,
    But them showing up we all just left,
    We didn’t do anything wrong we did things right,
    But little did I know it would be our last night.

    He took you from me and I was enraged,
    With this fool I was being faced,
    I took you back and you cooled me down,
    But looking at you I noticed on your face a frown.

    You looked at me sad, you had talked to her first,
    And I knew when you’d start into tears you would burst,
    Either way you started saying you were sorry,
    I finally picked up and knew it was coming.

    I knew it was him that finally convinced you,
    That end our love is what you must do,
    I wanted to cry but I was still alive,
    But again little did I know it would be our last night.

    A million things ran my head,
    But all I wanted to do was run to my bed,
    You said it had to there was no other way,
    Its horrifying looking back to that day.

    So you ended us in tears,
    Bringing forth my darkest fear,
    Knowing that no longer would I shine my light,
    I came to realize that was our last night.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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