i remember the first time my gaze landed upon yours,
the girls dragged me out one night
for drinks and good tunes,
you happened to be the one providing one of the two.
we met during a verse,
your eyes smiling over at me while your voice
hit the microphone, echoing through the bar.
i smiled back and your eyes never left mine,
now that i think back there was a black stool
and long brown hair blocking part of my way.
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Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
