Odd, is it not?
Our moments, or am i wrong?
Drunk moments turned to love?
Or lust?
How is it that you cannot see,
I yearn for stability
Yet here you are,
Coming and going?
What we seek in each other i cannot tell
As we speak slurred words of deep thoughts,
that turn to passionate touch
Odd, is it not?
That i want something wrong?
Moments of being a drunk,
Can it turn to Love?
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Odd, is it not?
Our moments, or am i wrong?
Drunk moments turned to love?
Or lust?
How is it that you cannot see,
I yearn for stability
Yet here you are,
Coming and going?
What we seek in each other i cannot tell
As we speak slurred words of deep thoughts,
that turn to passionate touch
Odd, is it not?
That i want something wrong?
Moments of being a drunk,
Can it turn to Love?