Thinkin'

Folder: 
Dreams and Schemes

I been thinkin

we can

just keep speakin

Livin 

Dreamin

'bout the weekend.

Makin sure 

this moment lasts

While you 

fill up my glass.

Summer days

has come again

Hope this party

never ends.

And though

we can not begin

I wish you well

my old friend.

And I been thinkin 

we can

just stop speakin

Kisses got me

barely breathin'

But i can't

do this no more

So let's just dance

Pound the floor

Walk away 

towards the door

And we won't speak

anymore

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem flows so easily from my lips. It should be read with a beat.

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