If you were ten years younger, and I were fifteen years older.
I would have my glass of champagne clinked your beer bottle
and whisper to you: “The Tigers will win the next game, don’t worry”.
I would put the carrot cupcake on which I’d had a bite already
on your plate and say: “I want to trade it for the popsicle in your hand.”
I would point at the dazzling lights in the darkness while leaning on the railing
and ask: “Can your house be seen from the roof?”
I would invite you to an eight-ball when I was tipsy
so you could see my rapt expression and bent-over body
then come next to me and say: "Let me show you how to hold the cue stick."
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
If you were ten years younger, and I were fifteen years older.
I would have my glass of champagne clinked your beer bottle
and whisper to you: “The Tigers will win the next game, don’t worry”.
I would put the carrot cupcake on which I’d had a bite already
on your plate and say: “I want to trade it for the popsicle in your hand.”
I would point at the dazzling lights in the darkness while leaning on the railing
and ask: “Can your house be seen from the roof?”
I would invite you to an eight-ball when I was tipsy
so you could see my rapt expression and bent-over body
then come next to me and say: "Let me show you how to hold the cue stick."
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