Wrote this a while ago...would like some feedback on it.. |
Its never too late that’s what I hear everywhere fantasies and ecstasies based on futures unknown well the stories you've heard are right the ones written by lonely writers on lonely nights blues and rebels all mixed in one after a night of drinking nothing but coke and rum someone once told me a story much like mine only mine had more vodka and his had more wine a story of a romantic evening among lovers where one broke the heart of the other which broke my heart as well for as the story goes destiny plays a part and so it was bound to be a bad thing from the start rebel blue of this cold windy night fill your glass and tell me a story one of a love we have not seen miles of road to go no one here but the cool wind and your thoughts she tilted her head and I couldn’t say no so I took a sip of my drink and looked into her eyes and I saw her thinking of me in the ways that I was thinking of her so I told her the story of how my heart was broken a million times by 10 diff women she was sweet and kind she said she understood which was nice and it felt kind of good but I couldn’t understand why she kept watching the clock my mind was all over the place and I was out of luck cheated of sort of attention and thought turns out she had other plans with her TV well there it was the bane of my existence so I said I would leave and she said no I said I'd better but she replenished my drink some more so I stayed and drank and into her leather couch we sank we talked some more of lost loves and life for once it felt normal and for once it was nice so that’s most of the night I remember the rest is kind of blurred she was kind and nice and lets hope she stays that way and somehow she always had the nicest things to say. |