Inside of an hour
We hollowed out a bottle
With nervous haste
She;
A shade pinker in the face
******* on her teeth
Eyes as wide as Jupiter's moons
Orbiting the room
Singing of lost love
Longing to be found
Among the evidently lost
With no hesitation, I inhale
A sufficient lungful
Of ash and apprehension
And whisper with confident uncertainty
I think I love you
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
Inside of an hour
We hollowed out a bottle
With nervous haste
She;
A shade pinker in the face
******* on her teeth
Eyes as wide as Jupiter's moons
Orbiting the room
Singing of lost love
Longing to be found
Among the evidently lost
With no hesitation, I inhale
A sufficient lungful
Of ash and apprehension
And whisper with confident uncertainty
I think I love you
