i’m three beers in, alone
when i should be at home.
you’re god knows where
when you should be here.
i don’t cry
i don’t get caught on the little things
i do though,
without you
can we go watch the stars again?
slowly floating near each other
never meeting
like us
until it was too late
i feel like wearing all black
i feel like my scuffed docs
i feel like dark nail polish
and i feel like a fourth beer
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
i’m three beers in, alone
when i should be at home.
you’re god knows where
when you should be here.
i don’t cry
i don’t get caught on the little things
i do though,
without you
can we go watch the stars again?
slowly floating near each other
never meeting
like us
until it was too late
i feel like wearing all black
i feel like my scuffed docs
i feel like dark nail polish
and i feel like a fourth beer
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