The night

Many adventures we would take, 

arriving at the early hours awake.

with black make-up all over our faces, 

from being in different uncanny places.

We swam in swimming pools fresh and cold, 

smoking killer cigarettes completely uncontrolled.

We wrote in diaries all our sorrrows, 

as if time was nonexistent with no tomorrows.

We slept in parks freezing to death, 

while homeless men injected meth.

We hid in car parks from perverted guys, 

with greasy hair and shifty eyes.

We crashed in a radical spiritual group,

who exceedingly smelt bad and only ate soup.

A black man gave us his thought on the world, 

with no answer to our questions and many swirled.

French men and gay men everywhere, 

so attractive and impossible not to stare.

Lesbians celebrating getting married too, 

with striking eyes that were perfectly blue.

We walked home as the sun came down,

dragging our feet all over the ground.

Our eyes closed as we fell asleep,

with a perfect night and a memory to keep.