You
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Really quite the unoriginal thought and I know I can do loads better than this piece but you know the heart writes what it wants, hahaha. Here goes;
You, to me, are Friday nights.
The city lights.
You, got under my skin.
The alcohol in my bloodstream.
You, made me dizzy
After all, you were my whiskey.
You, asked me to dance.
As if we ever stood a chance.
You, are bad for me.
You were bad to me.
You, oh how predictable,
Of course I would fall.
You were my drunken nights,
You were my armoured knight
but it was me you would fight.
You, were a hangover.
It’s been a while and I’m still hung over.
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