I was his. From the moment we first met. From a solo to duet, it took no time. Call it fate. Or just two hearts magnetized. But I never felt so high. Since he's been mine.
Far behind the forest of flying paper aeroplanes. Grazing on the grounds of ponytails. The substitute is counting down her ticks till recess. Hammering down to size her fingernails.
I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive. A sensory lullaby. We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines. For pistons and gasoline. . We see the road from the bedside.
When you need someone. And there's no one there. There is always the nine o'clock train. To take you out somewhere. . I take the train in town. Like I did for years.
In the breathless hush of 4 a.m.. In the dark sits a sad cliche. Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars. . Tell me how this came to be. Sleeplessness talk to me.
I knew that when I saw. That my life would soon move over from the fast lane. Gone would be the days. Of all by drinkin' and my carrying on. . But when I settled down, the party king uncrowned.