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Late Night

Late night, rain started pouring down
he offered her a coat and held his arm
around her when they walked to her house
he told her it was just to keep her warm
but really, it was just to get nearer
she fell for the oldest trick in the book
later realised, in front of the mirror
that she should’ve taken a closer look
at him, and perhaps should’ve read it herself
before she went out in the first place, and
started dating, now she couldn’t help
but keep on waiting, with a heart aching
dreaming of a romance, crying for love
her heart’s beating faster when he’s around
visualizing everything there’s to think of
just 'cause he's telling her she’s the nicest in town.

© Martin Ångnell 2010 - 2017