Let's go to the 10th floor of the parking lot,
sit on the top, drink and have fun,
ramble and cheap talk should be enough,
the truth is all we got,
and I know it's not a lot,
but,
I still remember how we met, yet,
I don't remember making this alcoholic bet,
three years passed,
and all I can say is I'm glad of the time we wasted,
spending it on memories in unusual places,
not hiding our faces, honest from the start till the end.
Don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we got.
So a few hours pass,
but they went by unnoticed,
all I could think of is how to hold this blessed moment.
Now you're resting in my hands,
with a smile on my face,
you complimented my smell,
girl you made me fell,
so I just went for it and kissed you,
and time slowed down,
allowing us to sit down.
Not because you tripped, no,
we just needed time off,
to get another drink.
So don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we've got.
Now I can see your mother's calling,
probably worried cause she doesn't know who you're rolling with,
but we both didn't want this to end,
you turned off your phone,
and act like nothing happened.
Time to climb down, mix with the crowd,
be on our way home,
let me walk you back to your place,
kiss your face one last time,
and maybe hope to see you soon and call you mine.
26 year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. I also stream on Twitch @lehgou
Showing posts with label parking lot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parking lot. Show all posts
03 May, 2019
Rooftops and parking lots
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
alcohol,
beauty,
cheap talk,
deep breath,
home,
honest,
kiss,
parking lot,
scared,
time,
town,
truth
31 July, 2018
Is this what missing a livestream feels like?
Lonely parking lot,
followed by my lonely mind.
Even if you were here,
I'd still feel the same.
followed by my lonely mind.
Even if you were here,
I'd still feel the same.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
alone,
Lonely mind,
parking lot
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