On Friday, we let loose of ourselves.
We all came out from our inner shells.
We fell down from the narrow stairs before
Because we drank way too much to the core.
Pretending we didn’t touched alcohol.
She knocked out, she looked like a pretty doll.
Nobody had time to see what happened.
Everybody there only imagined.
What could have been a horrible mistake
If the people there left for a smoke break.
From the night that was a terrible choice
If we tried to run from the blaring voice.
I wallowed on the bed with painful ache.
I forced myself to get up for Pete’s sake.
I climbed myself out of a stranger’s sheets.
I washed my sweaty face, I craved some Peet’s.
I opened my phone, I looked up the news.
I saw people there wasted from the booze.
It was a hell of a night.
She was a hell of a sight.
8 shots, blacked out, and I was full of doubt.
Long hair, skin fair, I want to know what she’s about.
It was that girl, knocked out on the same couch.
It was just her and I in the same house.
Is love at first sight a reality?
That’s what I assumed as I drank black tea.
Is she awake, groggy and feeling sick?
I have to think of something to say, QUICK.
Across the room, I offered her a dose.
Our eyes met, too late to say adios.
Too tired to think, too nervous to speak
What is it about that girl which I seek?
Her alluring eyes, got me hypnotized
My body and mind, it was paralyzed
From glance, I knew she’d won’t give me a chance.
I posed my stance, but I was stuck in trance.
Copyright © Alex Han | Year Posted 2017
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