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Mambo!

I learned to listen

By playing your

Words

On repeat

 

By lapping the taste

That your anger

Morphs into when

Under a sheet

 

Tonight, tonight,

This rumble won't

Take place in

The street

 

Rocket in your pocket,

Shark boy, little Jet,

Do you feel pretty?

Or have I not relieved

You yet?

 

Now something's coming,

Checkmate, game and set,

But maybe you'll indulge me

With one last cigarette?

 

Boy, Boy,

Crazy with regret,

Let's sing a song to conjure

The evening that we met

 

How suddenly my name

Became a sweet refrain

That you could not

Forget

 

It's only you,

Everything I'll ever be,

Don't matter if you're tired,

Come refresh yourself in

Me

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Written by
krystelle-bissonnette
30 / Non-binary / Canadian
Published
Aug 20, 2019
Lines·Words
34·114
Notes

Ode to west side story

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#westsidestory
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