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?