Midnight and 4 degrees centigrade, feeling more like minus two
In our nightdresses and short skirts, abandoned boots
a shadow - idiot - on the empty sand.
Icy breath and stinging hands.
There were famous five of us alone at night
and out of hearing, out of sight,
I said things that I meant
and nearly told you how I felt.
Them and you and me
and sand and stones and sea
and you said
DON'T THINK
and I looked at the sky, because if I looked at you
I'd cry.
And we walked back along a silver road
and the lights came back on.
Please tell me what you think
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Yay- you're still here:-) It's pretty, i like it. But is it about what i think it might be about?
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hurrah you didn't abandon AP
I really like this especially the dont think line
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