Open Bottle Feel

About this and that
Strum me
On your broken guitar
Star
The forgotten song
We wrote
Many rains ago

Open bottle feel and some
Wkw later
We talk about quarter life crisis
Seven days apart
Hours past

Over cigarettes you think
You can blow in perfect rings
The song plays on repeat
The moment
Rewinds itself
Over and over

A certain comfort comes
From the lack of any
It is all so new
So terribly old

Dark, this night
Filled with wet moonlight
My great expectations
No longer wishful thinking
We make a great story
If not the traditional fairy tale

Don't forget
To wake me before you go.

By kritika shrivastava
Published: 7/20/2009		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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