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| Saturday March 10 |
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| M4W | Neighborhood: downtown | Plaza Flamingo |
Amaretto Sour at Plaza Flamingo - on the night of March 10th
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Your birthday
Tough-to-pull salsa moves putting pressure on everyone
Dancing silly with you and your cousins
Most innocent smile that has ever left this face
Wish I had a mirror
Eyes burning
Smooth gentle fingers pet through my hair
Forgettable...
Time passes, blood is poisoned
Spontaneity kicks in a random fashion
Question of your favorite drink follows
One more trip to the bar
Trouble pronouncing "amaretto sour" to the bartender
The travel back to your table - like the easiest barrier to jump across
So relaxed, so eager ...and yet confident
Such a short time
Already used to your big heart
"Come here" you say
So quiet
Explanation of how did it make it to my ears without being lost in the loudness of the dance-floor speakers, LACKING
Approaching you
An enlightening experience: cinematic effects pathetic in comparison
Slow motion, literally maybe?
Finally reached your face
Same forgettable fingers go under the chin...
Unforgettable
KISS on the Cheek
Immanuel Kant-style nonexistence of education fit to provide knowledge able to make one describe the moment further
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Pause
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Cannot think
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Club stays open
My chest too
Asking my friend to leave
Routine emotions cannot break in
First-time driving drunk (wish me luck, thanks)
Making it home safe and sound
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Sunrise, still sleeping, still dreaming
Convinced this won't go away
Cannot stop thinking
All day
All night
Still thinking
Hoping nothing had to do with your or my being drunk
My souls is poisoned
It's misery day in day out
In this mind you reside, inside somewhere, question marks
Misery not to be traded with any comfort zone tasted before
Feeling too old for this pathetic disease
this beautiful disease
FULL of MEANING now
and that's what counts
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Meaning craved for ages
Still not sure what it'll be
Damn, the intensity
Singing my heart out till my lungs bleed
It's eating me alive, but I wouldn't trade it with nothing else
Thank you - You opened my eyes - my days are full of meaning now
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*You know who you are. Grab me out of my daydream and save me. Save us.*
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