It was a late night
High night
Close to the edge
A little fast night
Drunk night
I'll never forget
The way the lights moved
Around you
I just bet
You were thinking of me
While I was thinking of you
The way your eyes seemed
To follow me
I just knew
We're gonna end up
Leaving soon
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
