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Bleu Mar 2019
I sat there like a lost sheep
Holding a beer mug in my hand
Occupied with affairs of tomorrow
Trying to drink today away
All the same, indulging in yesterday

Mad at the shenanigans of the bar
Whilst sipping on cheap lager beer
Lost in my vague thoughts
I didn’t notice you approach
Hardly heard you say anything

Your eyes and lips
So dark - so red
Three Tuborgs deep and
We’re sharing our nostalgia
Talking about things we’ve long forgot

But you told me liked the silence
Said it was like comfort to you
And I just thought I’d get into it too
Clinging on to the thoughts of affection
In the mahogany woods of your brown eyes

I see us running throughout the night
Lost but eyes fixated on each other
Silence has never been more deafening
Burning at the desires of
This encounter never coming to an end

— The End —