Brent Reichenberger · Jan 2, 2010
You Look French

Living in green and blue hues,
We’ll drink until we’re dry.
You asked me for tea,
Something herbal,
And I brought you a beer.
What we have isn’t love,
It’s infatuation.
And I am just fine with that.

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Being with you was like tying a weight to both my feet and leaping into the ocean.
Even If I could release myself from you I’d drown before reaching the surface.

 
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