After 2 old fashions this conversation will lead to disaster.
I will become devilish and charming.
My slightly glazed eyes will see into your soul.
Or so you think.
The sunrise will greet us and reveal the truth.
But why bother.
Just let awkward silence do it’s job, and let the morning roll on.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
After 2 old fashions this conversation will lead to disaster.
I will become devilish and charming.
My slightly glazed eyes will see into your soul.
Or so you think.
The sunrise will greet us and reveal the truth.
But why bother.
Just let awkward silence do it’s job, and let the morning roll on.
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