

projected, not like election night but more like craft night.
sweetie. every second of the day. it's the waking moment and the sleeping moment. in my heart there's a little place taht's never forgotten. it comes with me every walk of life. everywhere. let's go back to the days when it was the complete opposite. it was still there, but there in full, there in bliss and there in love.
let's talk love, like children at the playground.
let this leaf fall into your hand.
it's kind of dark.
devote my life, for better or for worse.
nothing more amazing than coming to her at night. as long as i'm in her arms at night.
as if i'm a drunk or a druggie.
even after being broken i'll keep the pieces.
if for only one night.
if the night is young that must mean the day is old.
rascal by night.
Backwards night.
it must have been night when we were in the tunnel, because we saw no light at the end.
read by day, write by night.
i didn't just survive the night, i lived it.
anything for another night and country living.
friends of fenway at night.
Friday is my night to reset.
one night at a time and i can be cured, it's all about an apple a day.
baking cookies all night long.
the greatest night of my life in two years.
late night, ubt...Unofficial Benign Transplant.
the peanut butter and jamberines have gone home for the night.
swim and feed by the burning turkey at night.
hard workin' it.
a perfect night of the fixings.
Friday night is when I'm most emo, while Saturday and Sunday morning is when I'm least emo.