i drink your words like a jack and coke, savior your emotions like an after dinner cigarette, i sit, wondering, sometimes, have we ever met? maybe in some gin joint, somewhere in the nite, maybe we sat across the bar from each other, too wrapped up in our own delusions, to look further then the drink in front of us.. hopefully, next time, i'll look up to see you smile....... but for now, i'm satisfied getting drunk on your words, and inspired by your heart....
Reason for writing:
just drafting
Birth sign: Libra
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