Late night thoughts in the form of a poem
Long tresses, short dresses,
Scents of perfume and gin
Linger through the thickened air,
Made dense by smoke and sin.
Daunting heart beats fill the void
Of a weak and shallow breath.
Time? It must have stopped
To bring our innocence to its death.
Pushed out are the waves of songs,
Carrying away our last bit of care.
Beneath our hearts, the liquor sinks
And fills my lungs like fresh spring air.
Hours pass, broken glass
Scattered amongst our once sweet souls.
Another tug on my lover's wrist
And in my heart, another hole.