What was meant to be a kiss good night turned into
staying up two hours past our bed time;
I don’t remember much of what was touched
or what was said, but your repetitive drunken whispers
telling me that I was ‘so ******* gorgeous’
will forever be engrained in my mind.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
What was meant to be a kiss good night turned into
staying up two hours past our bed time;
I don’t remember much of what was touched
or what was said, but your repetitive drunken whispers
telling me that I was ‘so ******* gorgeous’
will forever be engrained in my mind.
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