Miyerkules, Pebrero 13, 2013

If Memory Serves Me Right..


The First "A Few" with You
A fateful night indeed.
Oh I remember
A few bottles are all I need.

The streets are wet.. blame the weather
The place to the brim is packed,
We're settled on the pavement
the service really sucks.

I know you from my workplace,
In three seconds you'll walk my way
I smile and wave, no words to say
My friends made you stay.

Moments go by quickly,
four bottles each at least.
We're just getting started
A few? no such things exist.

They thought we knew each other,
words are yet to be spoken 
I only watch you sharing thoughts
my friends become your friends.

An awkward bus stop walk,
The uneasy wait for the ride
A kiss lands soft and then you ran
The time where all began.

That First "A Few" with You
A fateful night indeed.
Oh I remember
Thinking bottles are what I need..


(*A few - term coined by my friends pertaining to a few bottles after class/work before heading home; It is a lie, a way to convince one to join in.. In my experience, there never was "a few bottles"  )