Indulgence in a glass snake of Pinot Griego
Dancing the night away on the rooftops of London,
My dress torn from the wind
And your face streaked with rain.
The warmth, internal joy
A false happiness blossoming from alcohol and music.
Explosions of light that I jump to,
Falling into your strong arms
That keep me grounded.
My lips pressed to a cigarette,
Smoke curling into my nostrils as I wheezed and you laughed.
I remember what you told me,
"Suicide never tasted so good."
And me, in a drunken haze:
"Tastes like death's doorstep, my love."
And so we danced the night away
To the tune of New Years Eve
Smoking cigarettes in the rain
Bringing our old habits
Into the New Year.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Indulgence in a glass snake of Pinot Griego
Dancing the night away on the rooftops of London,
My dress torn from the wind
And your face streaked with rain.
The warmth, internal joy
A false happiness blossoming from alcohol and music.
Explosions of light that I jump to,
Falling into your strong arms
That keep me grounded.
My lips pressed to a cigarette,
Smoke curling into my nostrils as I wheezed and you laughed.
I remember what you told me,
"Suicide never tasted so good."
And me, in a drunken haze:
"Tastes like death's doorstep, my love."
And so we danced the night away
To the tune of New Years Eve
Smoking cigarettes in the rain
Bringing our old habits
Into the New Year.
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