The night before that I decided to "rage" as some people like to call it. Drinking beer and a drink called a bullfrog (mountain dew, vodka, and red kool aid) the whole night always proves to be a silly idea. At least fifty percent of the night I was looking down in my lap at my mobile device sending messages to a dear friend that lives in Boston. It is truly unfortunate we live so far apart though. Timing never really was our niche, being that when we met I was dating somebody. Then after that somebody and myself split apart there was lots of drama and we never really got the chance to spend too much time together. My outlook is grim as for ever seeing him again, but my hopes are still high.
I got your message as I walk into a teenager's apartment
My head still clear and pondering my words to have my heart sent
first class ticket through my phone, you know i really meant it
Please show up and illustrate because the concept of SMSes is bullshit.
that fire in your retina is the spark that keeps this love lit.
This woman is amazing.
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