she twirled in a circle as she raised her glass higher,
her whole body lifted along
no one has ever seen her pull an all nighter,
and her dress wasn't very long

she slumped onto the table,
her glass fumbling and not falling
her eyes were not very able,
to see her friends calling

she whispered under her breath,
"i'm okay, i can go on"
her eyes shifting towards the left,
"it's alright, the road's still long"

she pressed her lips' to male's,
her hands wandered under a shirt
she pulled away and he said "tipsy tail"
and he took her hand away to flirt

I see you looking....
I hope you are thinking along the same lines-tracing your thigh-highs up past your upper thigh. Curious, am I.

I see you smiling....
You just have noticed me noticing you; taking note. Of you getting the message across. Made my mind imagine, our legs crisscrossed, intertwined with mine; the thought so divine.

I see you blushing....
Now you look away. A curious smile; flirty gaze. Strangers play,
In such a particular way. Watch me notice you, wait....now, look away.
Hours past, things continue to this way.

You stand up, and walk towards me....
Then finally you get off, and the train pushes away. Not a word past, but have a good idea what you wound say- I swear next time on our way home I will know what to say.

nothing makes me feel more alone than the way I'm in love with the idea of love. And how every new prospect drowns me in dreams of what we could be, who I should be, how this could happen and how it won't. Touching palms like we'd never torn apart anything of value and drawing parallels in the way we both sleep on only one side of the bed. Locking eyes like mirrors never made us want to cry and clutching memories like the hair on the back of your neck mid kiss. Let me know I'm yours, if only for tonight. Calling dibs through the flames and sending kisses to the escape. This is what I wanted but, I still can't get this web of missed connections cleared out in time. I'm in like with a boy who loves movies and a girl who defines sexuality. I'm in heat with a boy with weathered hands just because they make me think he's capable to handle the storm. I'm in awe with a boy channeling an ivy leaguer and a wise suburban coffeehouse. Wish me luck because I just don't think I can pull enough seats to the table to coexist with all my dreams and frantic attempts at being somebody I'm not. Who knows and who doesn't but most importantly who cares? Break this bread and let live. Take me or leave me.

An angel's wings burn
ashes fall to the ground
these thoughts so profound
we rather lie, instead of not making sound
these thoughts up rain down
her feet touching down
the other way around
ashes, to ashes;
we
all
fall
down.