Thursday, January 19, 2012

Our First Date

I want to hug and kiss you, and get you really drunk.
Hope your boyfriend doesn’t miss you when he wakes up in my trunk.
I’ll put you in my bathtub and fill it up with ice.
I’ll pilfer both your kidneys, though one would still suffice.
I’ll write for you a note, and tie it to your toes.
And 'cause I love you so, this is how it goes:
“You had better go, love,
to the nearest hospital you know of
Or you might die, and I know why,
Just don’t bleed on the floor, love.”

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