friday night
When I looked away you got drunk Within a few words. I'd see you tumble into yourself Falling down the hill into a dream Except you won't come back up Not tonight.
Tonight is over. A wasted thing That grew in flashing lights And spoke in loud karaoke Truly when I saw it, I thought it Magic. Unbridled youth With all the world's temptation Within each thorny stem
Until the next day, where it lay Washed out, an unclean welp. If ever, beauty showed A dying flower once lived, bloomed, once experienced, the crown removed.