Smokin’ my Marlboro at 2:30AM...
A glass of vodka perspires
Like a lover lost in the limbo of lust
Twenty five square meters of emptiness…
And as my stereo scream Lennon’s words
I drift gently…
The smoke waltzes as I gazed.
Pondering as I followed it…
The glass touched my lips
As the night pulls me to bed.
But I can’t,
no, I will not.
The sea of satin sheets awaits
But sleep is futile without my lover.
And so another stick is lighted…
Poured my fifth into the glass…
2:45 and this pen touches the parchment
With words I dare not read
With thoughts I can not stop…
I stared at the smoke.
My head throbs to a crescendo
As I reached for my glass.
Perhaps,
This is how it is meant to be tonight...
Me, with my vodka...
And you…
...
...
...Somewhere else.
A glass of vodka perspires
Like a lover lost in the limbo of lust
Twenty five square meters of emptiness…
And as my stereo scream Lennon’s words
I drift gently…
The smoke waltzes as I gazed.
Pondering as I followed it…
The glass touched my lips
As the night pulls me to bed.
But I can’t,
no, I will not.
The sea of satin sheets awaits
But sleep is futile without my lover.
And so another stick is lighted…
Poured my fifth into the glass…
2:45 and this pen touches the parchment
With words I dare not read
With thoughts I can not stop…
I stared at the smoke.
My head throbs to a crescendo
As I reached for my glass.
Perhaps,
This is how it is meant to be tonight...
Me, with my vodka...
And you…
...
...
...Somewhere else.
