At first we met, just out for some fun,
Halloween parties, come all but one.
Leaving my petty, sorrow behind,
I was on the floor, getting on my grind.

A drunken tale, it was for me,
Out for the night, completely free.
We drank and we danced,
Until our very last chance.

That was the night of decisions,
As he lay hospitalized with incisions,
That I chose to live for me,
And battle to be happy.

That night I was satisfied,
Feeling charged and electrified,
In the end, pleased with you,
And our arrangement too.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson