On April 2
two of us, mirror images
enter a bar
to chattering, loud
music, friends waiting at tables
as grins bear on our faces
wide and open and the whole
world watching
as their matched with the others
whites everywhere.
Turning 26, nothing special
just a number
but it'll be grand
another year passed, survived
close as limbs on two
separate bodies,
he and I.
And we'll drink, toast to awesome things
future without limits
and we'll smile.
Just like the stars.
two of us, mirror images
enter a bar
to chattering, loud
music, friends waiting at tables
as grins bear on our faces
wide and open and the whole
world watching
as their matched with the others
whites everywhere.
Turning 26, nothing special
just a number
but it'll be grand
another year passed, survived
close as limbs on two
separate bodies,
he and I.
And we'll drink, toast to awesome things
future without limits
and we'll smile.
Just like the stars.
vonpink:
well put
tiger_fodder:
I love this piece. 