•••
*Dancing lights
Only hurt my eyes
Screaming and loud music
Disgusting to my ears
Vodkas, cocktails and whiskeys
Never wanted to feel frisky
*** dope, cigarettes
I will only regret
Dancing, party, bar
Never wanted to go that far
Yes I have been to parties
But never will it become my thing
Maybe my past life has an old soul
Who finds comfort in her own hole
Yes, sometimes an anti-social
And sometimes interacting is crucial
So next time you ask me out
Make sure you know what I'm about
Coffee or tea, movies and books
Exhibits and museums let's take a look
A good music or a storytelling
A walk in a park or just talking
Pick me a flower, don't buy me a bouquet
Just hold my hand and always stay*
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
•••
*Dancing lights
Only hurt my eyes
Screaming and loud music
Disgusting to my ears
Vodkas, cocktails and whiskeys
Never wanted to feel frisky
*** dope, cigarettes
I will only regret
Dancing, party, bar
Never wanted to go that far
Yes I have been to parties
But never will it become my thing
Maybe my past life has an old soul
Who finds comfort in her own hole
Yes, sometimes an anti-social
And sometimes interacting is crucial
So next time you ask me out
Make sure you know what I'm about
Coffee or tea, movies and books
Exhibits and museums let's take a look
A good music or a storytelling
A walk in a park or just talking
Pick me a flower, don't buy me a bouquet
Just hold my hand and always stay*
An old poem of mine.
