Won't you come out ?

 

We shall take a walk,

down the road and

wander around,

see the lights falling out

cause these cities ain't 

no sleeping anymore,

Baby, won't you come out ?

I will be waiting by the shore.

We could dance and roam,

maybe seal this night 

as our own, and kill

a little time, swaying around

watch the night fall out,

and let our woes sink in.

So, won't you come around ?

And paint the town red 

For you can sleep,

again, when you're dead !

P.S Got a poetry prompt from the song "where the lonely ones roam"