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A Night of Chance. (Collaboration with BleedingInferno219)
I left Ashley a note,
in my nervous scrawl.
Asking if she'd meet me
at the movies, or the mall....
My mom won't let me,
I'll have to sneak.
Still... if you're serious,
let's try next week?
A forgotten reminder
on the wall,
I pick up the phone
and I hastily call.
I'm waiting, I'm here.
Now where are you?
This pretty face took plenty long,
Clocks are screaming, "overdue!"
"C'mon babe pick up,"
I keep repeating.
The metronome in my chest
rapidly beating.
Saving my battery,
fighting the tears.
As I brush them away,
I only leave smears.
I speedily race
through every street.
I finally arrive at our place
where were to meet.
A napkin smudged black,
it sits on my lap.
I stand up to leave,
not looking back.
I call her name,
begging her back.
She fades with the wind,
gone in a snap.
I am in regular, she is in italics. One of the funnest collabs I have done.
in my nervous scrawl.
Asking if she'd meet me
at the movies, or the mall....
My mom won't let me,
I'll have to sneak.
Still... if you're serious,
let's try next week?
A forgotten reminder
on the wall,
I pick up the phone
and I hastily call.
I'm waiting, I'm here.
Now where are you?
This pretty face took plenty long,
Clocks are screaming, "overdue!"
"C'mon babe pick up,"
I keep repeating.
The metronome in my chest
rapidly beating.
Saving my battery,
fighting the tears.
As I brush them away,
I only leave smears.
I speedily race
through every street.
I finally arrive at our place
where were to meet.
A napkin smudged black,
it sits on my lap.
I stand up to leave,
not looking back.
I call her name,
begging her back.
She fades with the wind,
gone in a snap.
I am in regular, she is in italics. One of the funnest collabs I have done.
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