Lost in your eyes
Your haunting croon
I sink into the couch
A bottle of wine in my arms.
The youth in your angular face
Frivolous blonde bangs as if
trying so hard
to look grown up
- It's all a lie.
The passion, the depth
The way your voice breaks
with emotion as it drifts
out, encompassing
me, drunk
floating away on your song,
this wine, this couch
your beauty
A soothing blanket of tragedy
I could pass out into this cloud.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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