Last Night Poem by Emily Harris
Last Night
What was I thinking,
when we all sat inside,
not a care in the world,
as you pulled into drive.
With the sun almost rose,
and every word spoken tied,
we spun from that place,
leaving not a beer bottle dry.
Not thinking of conquences,
too much careless fun,
being none of the wiser,
trouble was here to bring some.
A turn to sharp,
and as we fly,
last night of fun,
for You and I.
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4/23/2024 1:07:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good write...soft...romantic...10