it's 3 am and I'm bored
let's pack our things up, book a flight and go somewhere
I like the idea of somewhere strange were no eyes dare to watch us being our self
do some crazy stuff like drinking in a hotel room and mess the bed up
find a hidden beach and make love
eat to die
kiss in the crowd while holding our beers
sleep to die
singing in the shower
set a good outfit for fine dining across the street
make a sandcastle
get married with a bush ring and monkey as our priest
and sparkles of good memories
let the thoughts sinking in where we took these memories to our real life and start making some more
I mean, don't take me half. I'm in, I'm all the way in.
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Poetrywords after words describe what my eyes see and my heart feels.