I learned to listen
By playing your
Words
On repeat
By lapping the taste
That your anger
Morphs into when
Under a sheet
Tonight, tonight,
This rumble won't
Take place in
The street
Rocket in your pocket,
Shark boy, little Jet,
Do you feel pretty?
Or have I not relieved
You yet?
Now something's coming,
Checkmate, game and set,
But maybe you'll indulge me
With one last cigarette?
Boy, Boy,
Crazy with regret,
Let's sing a song to conjure
The evening that we met
How suddenly my name
Became a sweet refrain
That you could not
Forget
It's only you,
Everything I'll ever be,
Don't matter if you're tired,
Come refresh yourself in
Me
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
I learned to listen
By playing your
Words
On repeat
By lapping the taste
That your anger
Morphs into when
Under a sheet
Tonight, tonight,
This rumble won't
Take place in
The street
Rocket in your pocket,
Shark boy, little Jet,
Do you feel pretty?
Or have I not relieved
You yet?
Now something's coming,
Checkmate, game and set,
But maybe you'll indulge me
With one last cigarette?
Boy, Boy,
Crazy with regret,
Let's sing a song to conjure
The evening that we met
How suddenly my name
Became a sweet refrain
That you could not
Forget
It's only you,
Everything I'll ever be,
Don't matter if you're tired,
Come refresh yourself in
Me
Ode to west side story
Request permission to use this poem