On calle ocho
A cuban man with guitar
Saw us stumble out of a bar
& beckoned us to dance
...but we never stopped
Laughing, you were always laughing
We spun around and around
& I knew we were bound
to fall out of orbit
...but we spun on
Spanish sweet nothings
Murmured in my hair
A sweet lullaby- a prayer
I held on to each syllable
...but I never understood
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
On calle ocho
A cuban man with guitar
Saw us stumble out of a bar
& beckoned us to dance
...but we never stopped
Laughing, you were always laughing
We spun around and around
& I knew we were bound
to fall out of orbit
...but we spun on
Spanish sweet nothings
Murmured in my hair
A sweet lullaby- a prayer
I held on to each syllable
...but I never understood
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