"I'm sorry about what you've been through."
"I'm happy you're happy now."*
As our bodies touched in your strobe light room,
I whispered,
"I wish there were more people who were nice like you."
I didn't know if I believed it,
But I meant it anyway.
You pulled me closer,
and whispered,
"I wish there were more people like you."
I didn't think you meant it,
But I liked it anyway.
We kissed forever,
On a single night,
Of our minds dancing together,
Like the lights in your strobe light room.