BEFORE AFTER BEFORE
The night before the morning after the laughter
The tears; so cool, so hot
It was, was not the best, the worst
The first, the last, the biggest, smallest
All this and more…
I swear to god it’s normal
Odd, but even before
The morning after the night
The sights, the sounds around the square
Where down blind alleys you must see
Just we… Trust me, we’re one too… Free…!
Until, or unless it’s more or less
The morning after the night before
Yeah, you're in the zone, one too... Free..!
ReplyDeleteCheers Andy!
DeleteI love this poem! Awesome write!
ReplyDeleteThanks Heidi
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