onsdag 2 november 2011

We Don’t Notice It, But Time Stops When We Laugh

A faint blush,
a bloodrush,
an ear-to-ear smile,
a shaken hip.
The night is just getting started,
and the bar is lit up
by the best of personalities;
all gathered in one place.
Talking,
Singing
some even exchanging seducing glances and heading to the bathroom.

Clashing drinks,
A cheering chorus,
karaoke night,
the town is alive;
drink to it.
Drink to what you have,
not for what you’ve gained.
Because what you’ve gained can be lost,
what you have is what you keep.

Taunting lips,
lashing eyes,
arms wrapped around one another.
Celebrating today,
celebrating the ability to breathe,
walk,
joke,
to have fun,
even though time still goes on,
you keep partying,
because that’s how you live life to the fullest.
But you still have to go back to work in the morning,
probably with a sore head,
but think less of that now,

Have another drink,
and raise it for the ground you stand on.

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