It was somewhat formal;
Our meeting, by the punch bowl.
You wanted nothing to do with the light
and the dance.
I had my nicest shoes on.
Glass after glass,
I'd pour your cup to it's brim.
It was just few drinks until
the ice would start to melt.
Now watered-down;
It was hard to find flavor.
But you were here for the punch.
I had my nicest shoes on.
Myself, in words.
- Chase Abraham
- Las Vegas, Nevada, United States
- I'm Chase. I like to play music and I like to write.
1 comment:
Why have you not written since last April? I like your writing, the way you think, the way you put it all together and then pull the rug out from under. -Falcon
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