oh, you silly blonde
laughing out against the quiet night
tip the bottle back, your tollerance wrong
go for the fire lookin to fight
uh oh, you slipped from your chair
laughing out against the quiet night
as i reach for your blonde hair
you take my hand away from the fight
kiss my hand, kiss my cheek
laughing out against the quiet night
wrap yourself all around me
throw the dirt in hopes for the fight
realize how drunk you are
laughing out against the quiet night
as you hope to sing me one of your songs
anothers rage now looking to fight
I wanted you at first glance
laughing out against the quiet night
with your response I hoped for a chance
as i kept you away from the fight
but alas, you got a girl already
laughing out against the quiet night
sucks for me, 'cause you're going steady
glad to avoid the fight
Author notes
yeh... i tend to only locate the douche bags, eh? well, thanks for Zach, cuz gawd knows where Bob and I's silliness would have ended up (as long as i kept the bastard from falling in the fire lol) huzzah for merriment!
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wow
Good poem...no idea what this is about. lol
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Duuuude.....no one named Bob. Yucko.
But there was a cheerfulness about this...albiet, a drunken cheerfulness, but cheerfulness nontheless
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heehee sounds like it was quite the night. ^^
i still find it funny that his real name is Bob too. you don't often hear that XD
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::sigh:: nice poem though
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