Tight

April 30, 2008
By Rafael Sarkisov, Brooklyn, NY

When I see you everything turns bright,
My face turns white with delight,
And even when we fight,
I have no fright that we will leave,
Despite all the anger and the violence,
I think about you at night,
And know one day we might,
Be tight but till that day I will recite,
You are the light that captures the stars at night,
You know I am right,
I know I won’t see you tonight,
But maybe I will take a flight so you could be in my sight,
Walk under the moonlight and burn away the midnight oil,
And know one day that we will be tight, right?


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