One from the archives

New Year’s Eve

I came to your place

And laid in your bed

We talked about pictures in frames

Until 4 AM

 

The night was so young

It couldn’t even walk

So we stumbled around in your room

In the amber moonlight

 

The wires were warm

The TV was sizzling

The feel of the room was too much

It was really just amazing

 

We couldn’t understand it

We just looked at each other

And bathed ourselves in that moment

Forever.

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