Dear Ankh,
Since we rubbed feet under the table at that dinner, I haven’t slept much,
Thoughts of you ceaselessly torment me,
Images of you won’t give mine mind any calm,
Possibly it was a fleeting instant,
Perhaps the booze fogged up our judgment,
Or maybe it simply was what it was,
A moment,OUR moment
I don’t know what to think, or what to make of it,
I just pray you have trouble getting shuteye too.
Ever yours,
Xx.
who were u playing drunk 'footsies' with? hahaha
ReplyDeletehaha! i dont Kiss and tell *wink*
ReplyDeleteyou write beautifully
ReplyDeleteYou my dear are obviously a reader wit taste. Thanks Nyam.
ReplyDeletewhy thank you dear...seriously though, think about putting together a ka-fun book collection of your poems for different moods, i know I'd eat it up quite nicely :-)
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