Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2019
sitting there, looking pretty
i can't help but wonder
starting to feel a little witty
hope i don't make a blunder

eyes lock, and you beckon me closer
and of course
hope you don't think i'm a loser
in your delirium, giving me the source

fingers touch, electricity courses through my veins
my eyes go wider
as i look down and confusion pertains
who the **** gets drunk on apple cider?
guess im on a roll today
Written by
elysian  19/F/arcadia
(19/F/arcadia)   
281
   BR Dragos
Please log in to view and add comments on poems