1 am. Vodka. Friends.
That moment when small talk ends
when secrets seep out of designer dresses.
It's everybody's turn
One by one.
Not for any purpose, just for fun.
Insider trading - it's rampant these days.
Equity or debt - what's your bet?
The fashion columnist - she has totally lost it.
An old friend - he is broken beyond mend...
"Let's talk about love" someone says.
Ah, love.
Everyone is talking about love these days:
On mobile messages and Facebook feeds,
In college classes and public buses,
Over de-caf coffee in chic cafes
Over tequila shots in hip night-spots,
Everyone is talking about love these days.
Suddenly. All eyes turn on me.
"Come on, tell us something about love" they say.
I want to but can't
The vodka is killing me
My insides are on fire
I must throw up.
Should have never had so much vodka, I tell myself
Should have stuck to a glass of wine, at best;
I rush to the bathroom and shut the door.
How do I tell them? How do I say?
Love is a wall - I have built between you and me. Lovingly.
That moment when small talk ends
when secrets seep out of designer dresses.
It's everybody's turn
One by one.
Not for any purpose, just for fun.
Insider trading - it's rampant these days.
Equity or debt - what's your bet?
The fashion columnist - she has totally lost it.
An old friend - he is broken beyond mend...
"Let's talk about love" someone says.
Ah, love.
Everyone is talking about love these days:
On mobile messages and Facebook feeds,
In college classes and public buses,
Over de-caf coffee in chic cafes
Over tequila shots in hip night-spots,
Everyone is talking about love these days.
Suddenly. All eyes turn on me.
"Come on, tell us something about love" they say.
I want to but can't
The vodka is killing me
My insides are on fire
I must throw up.
Should have never had so much vodka, I tell myself
Should have stuck to a glass of wine, at best;
I rush to the bathroom and shut the door.
How do I tell them? How do I say?
Love is a wall - I have built between you and me. Lovingly.
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