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drunk with my thoughts

alone again

driving to the farthest midnight

hoping to find you hitchhiking

so you could dance with me tonight

but only falling slowly past you

to see you by window light

watching your every second,

counting -

pretending you dance with me tonight

gulping rain drops from the highest roof top

and think of jumping,

i might…

just so you could wonder why i did it,

if only you would dance with me tonight

been called a fool before

drifting aimlessly like a kite

whispering from the air,

so softly,

“won’t you dance with me tonight?”