Open Mic
The night is still young
and so beautiful
there are fireworks
flickering the sky
though only in my mind…
the only real thing tonight,
the live band
under the black sky
few people sitting in the grass
me, in a table with strawberry vodka
the straw to my berry is not here…
couple of friends sitting
swaying with the beat
and the night, still young…
candle lit each table
sweet sweet air is here
music, rhythm, lovers, drinks
candle lit each table…
“Sometimes I sit
by the fire and reminisce
about the time we spent in front of it
and that old flame will never be the same
until you come back and rekindle it…”
Wish you were here
hearing my heart beat
instead of the music…
The night is still young
and the straw to my berry
is not around…
