I believe we met in heaven
or was it hell?
I was too drunk.
You, soft spoken and understanding,
didn't know me at all.
Yet helped me to my feet
and asked what I was doing
in the park
this late
on a Tuesday.
I told you that I was bad at lying,
then proceeded to ***** on your shoes.
I didn't know then that I'd marry you someday.
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 4:15 PM UTC
I believe we met in heaven
or was it hell?
I was too drunk.
You, soft spoken and understanding,
didn't know me at all.
Yet helped me to my feet
and asked what I was doing
in the park
this late
on a Tuesday.
I told you that I was bad at lying,
then proceeded to ***** on your shoes.
I didn't know then that I'd marry you someday.
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