I tried to write about nature, but what is nature without the eye of the beholder.

It's nights like these 
where the sky is a blanket over my head 
And no one is lonely

It's nights like these 
where windows open silently
And the wonder continues 

It's nights like these 
where I steal kisses under the full moon
And it's ok

It's nights like these 
when I no longer feel inadequate 
Because I'm needed 

It's nights like these 
that I don't want to sleep
Because I don't want the morning to come

It's nights like these
Where I whisper my secrets 
And stop worrying about despair

It's nights like these
Where I think of you and the sky and life
And everything seems fine

The air is warm 
A breeze blows through
the only sound comes from crickets 
And the sound of my feet 

But tonight 
I'm sad to say
Is not one of those nights

Even though I keep telling myself it is

Tonight it is cold
Tonight my windows 
are practically boarded shut

There are no leaves on the trees for the wind to rustle through

And tonight I am alone

There is no moon to comfort me 
And no kisses to steal

There are no secrets I want to whisper
And no ear to hear when I say 
I love you 

Tonight is a night 
Full of tired delirium 
Of terrible spelling
Of almost tears
And almost confessions

Because tonight it is cold
And my mom is mad at my step dad
And he needs a kidney transplant
And I don't know how 
to be mad at either of them right now

Tonight is not a night for good dreams 
So why try and sleep

So instead

I'll just fill my thoughts 

with you

And better nights