I suppose Friday nights used to be about summer loving
And in the cold months, they re-ignited some uhhh…loving.
They were never about disappointments and shady dealings
If anything they were times when we actually listened to our feelings.
Those times were like the last four lines
Nothing was forced, not even the rhymes J
*sigh* look...
The sun rose in the east as I headed to the north
And I thought about those Friday nights when the sun set in the west
And all my problems excused themselves and dissolved with the light…
Leaving us to catch up on some loving through the night.
I miss you.
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