your car chimed midnight
and we weren't ready for the night to end
so you drove us to your best friends kickback
where we drank some whiskey
and shotgun a few beers
not to mention the joints
i had hidden in the cup my bra
we were way too fucked
when three a.m came around
still we didn't want to part
and found ourselves in front of seven eleven
running out in bursts of laughter
with bottles of Smirnoff tightly in our arms
you drove at full speed
past one ten up the mountain road
until we felt we were on top of the world
and right then and there
we too, rocked each other's world
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.
