Don’t plan, let it happen
Breathe fabulous like cocaine air
He’ll call, just believe it
Dab silver sparkles in your hair
Be late, not on purpose
Make sure you smell like Mademoiselle
Hug him, don’t be awkward
He’ll soon let you break through his shell
Smile, let it happen
Board his yacht with model grace
Don’t gasp, it’s unrefined
Now you know he’s worth the chase
Leave port, hold the railing
As the sun slips undersea
Just talk, like you haven’t
While the darkness sets you free
Fireworks, shocking beauty
Watch them scale the whole night sky
Hands held, let it happen
No more need to wonder why
Comments
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your writing again all of a sudden...whats brought this on?
talk to me...
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A refreshing piece to read.
Made me feel a bit lighthearted.
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