Nights are weird,dark and grey
they are like woman when they are hormone’s prey.
They are sometimes confused and sometimes quiet
sometimes they are warm but always they are high.
They are sometimes soulmates with the day
they are there at the end but not whenever you say.
They make you smile,they make you cry
they pour emotions like you could fly.
Nights,my friends, are nothing
but,women in nature’s disguise.