Drunken kisses,
stolen looks.
Skipping beats,
doubting thoughts
But is there still a triangle for me to rage against?
Is there still some feelings there?
From you?
From her?
From me?
You wrote a song about her,
Will there be one for me?
N. Hedges
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
Drunken kisses,
stolen looks.
Skipping beats,
doubting thoughts
But is there still a triangle for me to rage against?
Is there still some feelings there?
From you?
From her?
From me?
You wrote a song about her,
Will there be one for me?
N. Hedges
