This drunken encounter
Under beams of the moon
Time won't come quick enough
But it will come too soon
Surrounded, arms wrap around
Encompassing bodies of fire
Playing these well worn games
Like puppets hung on a wire
Emerging, I shall tomorrow
Into this pretty skin
Where everything starts again
This new life shall begin
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
This drunken encounter
Under beams of the moon
Time won't come quick enough
But it will come too soon
Surrounded, arms wrap around
Encompassing bodies of fire
Playing these well worn games
Like puppets hung on a wire
Emerging, I shall tomorrow
Into this pretty skin
Where everything starts again
This new life shall begin
