Hip Hope
Don't worry I'll be there
I realize now that lit restaurants and playgrounds just won't do
The night sky was a gargantuan greenhouse for our intimate interactions
Though they say don't throw stones in a gla** house, we threw our hard headed selves in every direction
For thousands of miles
The shattered gla** of the night sky fell down upon us like jagged falling stars
The asphalt black was soothing
The pitch black was moving. Emotions that strong push you forward. And you were standing there…
Lips pursed in the perfect accepting position
And in that pristine blanket of black hole… we kissed. (GAZR!)