what happened?

Felicity

you in your pierced lip
freeform nouveau beatnik
messy haired nervous
look at me through
your tinted liquid eyes
and i'm just leavin
as you're just comin
but you don't say hey
or come my way
downbeat syncopation
pulses in your chest
wanna speak
choked up
mona lisa
but she's gotta go
"howzit goin buddy"
"alright"
wait a beat
one more look
but she took it down
to wait for a call
so you can talk
talk about nothin
nothin at all
just so i can hear
your voice is real
what you wanna say
cool beat boy
you were so high
i could tell
and i was whiskeyed
but clear and sharp
what you afraid of
coulda taken my hand
walked me home
kisskiss on the corner
warm arms shaky tight
don't you want that
don't you
take it then
don't you wait another day
man, i want your sweet

loveandrew-wood

this poem is a fire, very reminiscent of you know, so have a good night and im off to play music and then win the world series




lovelovelove