Friday, December 16, 2011

The Night

Guess what?

It's the weekend.
You can't tell me what to wear,
What time to set my alarm for
Or how clean my room needs to be.

There is no limit
On how late I stay up
Or how many Long Islands I drink
Cause this is my night.

And I started it
By getting undressed
And stretching out on my bed
Savoring the air on my skin.

I'm an adult now
Strange to believe it
I don't feel that much older
But I guess I am.

This is my night
No more boot cleaning
And I'm wearing my hair down.
Embracing the shadows.