labor day sunsets will never come when you're holding the dreams of someone but all things surrender including the heat even new jersey admits defeat the sky can't help but give a wink to the sunkissed dam and the ice hockey rink my old battered swingset will for a moment allow a heartbroken child onto its bow we'll never go back I cry out in pain but everyone learns to get caught in the rain to faraway stars for lending me light i'll be back tomorrow night authors note: I wanted to try to write more rhyming poetry and less romance related stuff because its the polar opposite of what I used to write. I'm not him and he's not me, so enjoy a structured poem about walking at night
