Happy and fun
Lonely and sad
Hidden by her glass of wine and a smile oh so bright
Alway lost, like compus searching for direction
She grabs me, we dance
Drinking and story telling
In her polyester top 3 bottles of wine later
The intellectual begins to talk
Distorted my her words we all become partials of dust
Only stop and realize there only words spouting out I a fountain of desperate
I look at her, I run out because I've realized I could never mirror her.
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