(Sun)day Nights [AKA Don't Judge Me =(]

This was a collaborative project between myself and a boy named Victor Tran in writing class.  I'm going to boldface the stuff I think he wrote but to be honest I can't remember the separation between all of them.

We watched from our porch as the sun collapsed before our blind eyes.

The darnkess wore me on its naked skin,

And I heard it sing, low and rhythmic as it soaked into the earth...

Parched throats and loss of touch gave rise to

Strangled whispers and empty tears.

We felt the velvet trace of silence

Like cookie crumbs long eaten

And it left memories of scars along our flesh.

Our nights are filled with but One

And we chase it, palms outstretched

But it slips past our fingertips like sea in a net.

How the shadow betray is side.

We remember because the child inside

Refuses to deny

The tragedies of an unkept yesterday

And with every word we write in memorandum of a better tomorrow

We hold the frozen knowledge of today.

And it's Sun