Drunk on your kisses,
swaying side to side.
wrapped in the music’s arms
held in its warm replies.
A tingly feeling rises in my chest —
Butterflies, encaged,
fluttering wild,
turning me to jelly
everywhere they rest.
In a flurry,
we spin and spin.
until the realization finally sets in.
The music fades
and I bid you adeu.
We're all temporary,
but I’m glad
I was temporary with you.
- coco