Such a serious plight
Spent the evening with you
You're a beautiful sight
The things that we do
A tangled untruth
We forget all our luster
Then tarnish our youth
A brain to fluster
A heart to muster
A sentence unsaid
And a soul lackluster
The night has fled
You should slap me in the head
I'm a terrible poet
I'm going to bed
-Joshua
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