Hello. Today is a holiday. It kinda felt like one.
Two more days of soccer. Two days too many.
Somehow I'm writing again - god bless.
Twinkling, tickling
Lights and stars
Alter the night, blurring,
Like the foreign words you slur.
God only knows
What language you were speaking,
But our inhibitions were gone
And just the thought
That we could go anywhere,
Do anything,
Turn around and never look back
Made our hearts race
More than the booze did.
Your breath smelled like shit,
But it's okay.
I craved your kisses
At every red light -
Or was that just the car in front of us?
Our hands clumsily fit together,
Interlocking fingers fumbling,
And yet it felt like
They were made for each other.
It was windy as hell,
But it kept you alert
As I drifted off
In your arms.
Two more days of soccer. Two days too many.
Somehow I'm writing again - god bless.
Twinkling, tickling
Lights and stars
Alter the night, blurring,
Like the foreign words you slur.
God only knows
What language you were speaking,
But our inhibitions were gone
And just the thought
That we could go anywhere,
Do anything,
Turn around and never look back
Made our hearts race
More than the booze did.
Your breath smelled like shit,
But it's okay.
I craved your kisses
At every red light -
Or was that just the car in front of us?
Our hands clumsily fit together,
Interlocking fingers fumbling,
And yet it felt like
They were made for each other.
It was windy as hell,
But it kept you alert
As I drifted off
In your arms.
I like the dude in the picture. He's got a big mouth.
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