The calla lilies are soaked in wine, but so are my lips.
They rubbed off on you and that was a younger version of me's dream, so we let it happen and then we stopped it, and the purple is still so purple.
Remembering that basement and the secrets we shared there.
So I sat next to an old flame and old friend.
Sometimes all you need is time to flatten the wrinkles, and so we pressed our sheets and could smile and laugh again, and this is maturity.
The morrocan melodies turned our shoes inside out and I jumped in my 6-inch heels so many times I might have flown up and away with the impact.
But all I can do is smile with my wine lips.
The whiskey loosens windows, and fresh air flows through and they all love me.
But today is not about me or my exagerated lies and wanderlust tales.
No, today is about two other hearts, and a union of love.
So we sang to you and held your hands and all you asked for was water with a straw.
Easy
And now
It all settles in.
Red wine stains and I might have spilled, so clean up this mind, heal the hearts of all involved nothing is anything anyways.
Remembering that basement and the way your eyes lingered on each other.
"If I could be with her forever, I would be the happiest man alive."
These words were spoken to me, witness of the love, witness to the growth and wonder that comes with fresh eyes and bubbling hearts filled with passion.
We all wore red glasses last night, they were shaped like hearts and it reminded me of all the ways I see the world.
So here it is.
The epilogue.
End scene.
My part is complete and now just like the calla lilies, it will wither away just leaving a sweet but faint smell in its parting.
They rubbed off on you and that was a younger version of me's dream, so we let it happen and then we stopped it, and the purple is still so purple.
Remembering that basement and the secrets we shared there.
So I sat next to an old flame and old friend.
Sometimes all you need is time to flatten the wrinkles, and so we pressed our sheets and could smile and laugh again, and this is maturity.
The morrocan melodies turned our shoes inside out and I jumped in my 6-inch heels so many times I might have flown up and away with the impact.
But all I can do is smile with my wine lips.
The whiskey loosens windows, and fresh air flows through and they all love me.
But today is not about me or my exagerated lies and wanderlust tales.
No, today is about two other hearts, and a union of love.
So we sang to you and held your hands and all you asked for was water with a straw.
Easy
And now
It all settles in.
Red wine stains and I might have spilled, so clean up this mind, heal the hearts of all involved nothing is anything anyways.
Remembering that basement and the way your eyes lingered on each other.
"If I could be with her forever, I would be the happiest man alive."
These words were spoken to me, witness of the love, witness to the growth and wonder that comes with fresh eyes and bubbling hearts filled with passion.
We all wore red glasses last night, they were shaped like hearts and it reminded me of all the ways I see the world.
So here it is.
The epilogue.
End scene.
My part is complete and now just like the calla lilies, it will wither away just leaving a sweet but faint smell in its parting.
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