you picked me up right at eight
and my whole entire family joked
about me having a hot date.
they asked where we met and
i bit my lip and lied,
if only they knew before our
phones we would hide.
i was nervous to the t –
about you and me,
but the moment i slipped into your
passenger seat and you shot me
that crooked sly smile,
i knew i'd be falling deep.
YOU ARE READING
drinking about you
Poetry❝so many words that i wish i'd said, is it too late for them now?❞ © christine marie.
