When the lights go out

by Tara   Sep 24, 2005


The nights the lights went out
i sat there and thought to myself
where can he be?
why isn't he here with me?
but then i thought
about the night before
when we had that fight
over something little
something stupid
it's amazing how the little things change our lives
to look back at the little things
i did when i was a child
i think
how did that happen?
how did i get away with that?
my life changed so much
little things mean so much to me
i wonder when the lights go out at night
how this all happened
in this little amount of time.

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