He grabbed my hand and said to me:
"I'm not going to lose you tonight, not in this crowd, not in this lifetime."
He wasn't holding onto me he was also holding onto something he couldn't imagine letting go of
I couldn't think of a better way of getting lost tonight than in his eyes
Everyone anticipated the refreshed AM with last years stumbly foot steps
The confetti stuck to my hair
The smell of champagne hung over us like a hazy mist
There was a whole party filling the room
I didn't even notice the temperature rising
Minutes into day one
I twined my fingers tighter between his
"I will always meet you at midnight."
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
