Oh did I ever hear from within,
the sweetest sound of blood cascading,
The rain on the window tonight was the sweetest sort,
Collapsing against the bus window in dull, heavy laps,
I won't read that again.
If ever i heard such sounds,
tapping from fingers such as yours,
I'm sure I'd indulge in classical music,
I'm sure I would be getting the first bus in the morning.
They said the sweetest endings were in the films,
And suddenly I find myself in hand with swathes of silk.
Not a front door I have been to before,
And certainly not some one I knew back then,
And yet here i fell.
'Take me right home!'
Oh darling lie my arm still as your window closes.
'It's getting late I really better hurry...'
Stay just for a kiss.
'Oh maybe just one little one and then good night...'

A dog howls.

Comedic rhyme and my choice, as if, made.

And suppose my love, makes no sense for you,
Every bitter touch and all that lays between.
I began to waltz,
I felt the wooden floor beneath my feet at the lights spun slowly above us.
Feathers hung from the faces masked,
Our own eyes only familiar.
I heard the sweeter sounds between the stair case and draped velvet.

I heard little laughter, I saw the weave between the bar,
Oh only one in white,
She disapeared between the dark of the crowd.
So smart, on several occasions he asked.
And why I ever denied, oh how.
I lived out a childhood dream last night.

Sweet turn slipped through glitter,
Must I always feel this way?
So simple it seems, to arrive gracefully.
My one night on the marble.