You and the night

It's the night that does it, isn't it? The sereneness of it? When we're leaning out my window shearing the last cigarette. Talking about life, laughing abut the stupid things we did.
Beneath the stars it's just you and me.
In the morning I will crawl out of bed and think about the dumb things you said.
"Come back to bed darling. You look cold, let me warm you up."
Giving me a devilish smirk and that look that you know I can't resist.
Tonight we're living in our dream. It all melts away with the first ray of sunlight.

I never regret making the call. Cause I know this won't change things. It's sad though, that I love everything about you, but not you.
One last kiss...

"God night, love"