Blue... Purple...Magenta.. White
Happy New year.
He finds my lips to kiss me.
I'm not searching for his but
he finds me, I let go.
It is New Year's and the peer pressure
is at it's all time high.
Half lipped, partially hearted, we lock for two seconds and some seconds after. It is New Year's, after all.
Beer and pizza is debatable but sleep is highly warranted too.
I used your lighter to light up some lovely foreigners' cigarette.
Seemed to be the silver lining of the moment.
Her puff, my second hand tobacco cloud.
Do I feel different?
From my feet to my fingertips, I examine.
Sensing the cold drip of snot on my stiff fucking nose.
Maybe I'll feel effervescent and fresh when I wake in some hours.
Old damn hopes, brand new year.