You say to buy some booze
Never knew you to drink
but here we are
Holding each other in the car
at the park after dark
ready to put the night to waste
It’s all new to me- the new you
Pop in the night
Two sips and
Your head wobbles
a coy smile draws itself off line
up to your eyes which
sparkle in the golden glow
a desire to be wanted
a burning
in them
gazing
with a glaze
only so that you can lose
yourself enough to be
used
I’m just another
ride to hide
from
just
to say
it was your
mistake.
Been there; seen that. Good poem! IMHO, all decent poetry amounts to reminders.
Thanks, and i never saw poetry as reminders before, but i like your take. Maybe its because im in my mid 20’s?
If you can get an old fart like me to think back, your poetry has done its job.
Could be you’re an old soul. They make good poets.