It was 5:00 in the morning
and it was still dark out;
not a sound except the party
that was still going on.
It was a cold January night,
but the alcohol kept her warm.
One hell of a party to
celebrate the drama of it all!
She had come out with another friend
and they parted ways with a quick wave;
she hadn’t gone ten paces
when the door opened once more.
He came out in his muscle shirt.
He must have been cold.
But he drank more than she did
and he smoked a bit too.
He was interrupted by this friend,
who got her shoe stuck in the crack
in the side walk. She hugged him goodbye
and they parted.
She waited for him ten paces away,
wondering, what he would do next?
What was he thinking?
But he came after her
without a word; not a sound!
He just came right up to her
and placed a kiss on her expecting lips
and said, “good night and sweet dreams.”
Then he went back inside.
She dreamt of him all night
only to find out, come morning
he missed his ex girlfriend.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
It was 5:00 in the morning
and it was still dark out;
not a sound except the party
that was still going on.
It was a cold January night,
but the alcohol kept her warm.
One hell of a party to
celebrate the drama of it all!
She had come out with another friend
and they parted ways with a quick wave;
she hadn’t gone ten paces
when the door opened once more.
He came out in his muscle shirt.
He must have been cold.
But he drank more than she did
and he smoked a bit too.
He was interrupted by this friend,
who got her shoe stuck in the crack
in the side walk. She hugged him goodbye
and they parted.
She waited for him ten paces away,
wondering, what he would do next?
What was he thinking?
But he came after her
without a word; not a sound!
He just came right up to her
and placed a kiss on her expecting lips
and said, “good night and sweet dreams.”
Then he went back inside.
She dreamt of him all night
only to find out, come morning
he missed his ex girlfriend.
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