Stary Nights
Nights are made of dreams and stars,
memories that last because you didn't go to the bar.
Smiles make men weak,
and for you its an easy feat.
Simply opening those eyes,
just does things to all of us guys.
A memory given, a memory lost,
but that is only a small cost.
So slumber away safe in your bed, just remember,
someone else has you fresh in their head.
poem by Brandon Chiles
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