PoetryWhen the sun goes down Take me I’m alive Never was a girl with a wicked mind But everything looks better When the sun goes down Your eyes, i can see it in your eyes You belong to the night. Taste me, drink my soul. Tell me all the things I shouldn’t know. Share this:Share Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...