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drunken love

it might be true

By Stefan RouPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
drunken love
Photo by yoo soosang on Unsplash

I meet her in a park, on a cloudy day under a tower clock.

She was a happy drunk and I liked her a lot.

She told me her name was Nicky, then Tina

And that she is just una locca latina.

She sat on the cold bench right next to me

And it felt like this was just meant to be.

I don't remember much of what she said but she was funny

And I believe this day deserves somehow a Grammy.

I remember her eyes they were very greenie

And she looked cold, lost and a little skinny.

I told her that she's drunk and she should go right home

But she said she doesn't like the idea of being alone.

We started walking slowly around the wet park

Talking about crazy things until it went dark

Then her eyes changed from light green to blue

And I really wanted to say, I love you.

But love doesn't happen as easy as this

So I kept my mouth shut, and then came the kiss.

Everything became silent and still for a while.

Then the clock in the tower started to tick our exile.

I wanted to be her heart running faster

Lost in a ancient galaxy cluster

At the end of horizons or the bottom of oceans

Where the time itself has stopped in its motion.

And then her eyes turned from blue to deep black

And I felt like it was the time to go back.

Along with the clouds in the night off she went

Leaving me alone with my sins to repent.

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