Living threw love with my immoral face, I’d say I can see why it’s such a desperate move to make, to give one your heart it’s a chance one makes in hoping one day you’ll meet the one… it could be just a glimpse across the room as you gaze into her eyes she smiles back and she walks towards you with guilty pleasures only looking for a good time and suddenly this good time makes its way back to your heart your more than just two drunk people and suddenly you realize you like her more than just a good time, you wish to spend time with her perhaps tomorrow as she cleans herself up and leaves your house you part the words I’ll see you then.. It all happen so fast, your hands against each other the stroke of your lips against another…. You show up to your destination look at your watch the time seems to flow your sitting there with thoughts rushing by, thoughts of fear and doubt what if they don’t show up enough time passes by its getting late the waiter tells you, you can’t stay much longer it’s been hour she shows up like a glimpse of heaven you peek into her eyes and all you want do is romance but it’s not the same as last night in that spark of passion she’s sober and so are you, you start to talk but…. the words won’t come out your nervous