Once again misfiring thoughts Brought forth from a slurred encounter Should I go on to fuck up a good friendship Or try, maybe or maybe not With a kiss, a smile, and eyes beautiful blue So badly I want her near Not like this, not blind to the world Thoughts of you are so bliss No need to be distorted or confusing. But oh..how little courage one has On matters such as these For me all fears fade Along with thoughts And a memory of bliss I sence of something wrong Was it a drunken urge Was it misunderstanding Or has something been wronged.. Not alot of good memories
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