Rhythm Of Saturday
Rhythm Of Saturday1 min 263 1 min 263
Saturday nights while you stopped your car at my
Residence, the beats of my heart skipped for the
Mixed emotions I felt
Nervousness overpowered the beauty probably
Every glance that ever met weren’t meant to be
But they did happen coincidentally.
The bouquets of roses you sent me
For all of my three birthdays, made them
Special, to the rest.
While you let those sun rays seep through
Your flaxen skin, allowing the vibrance to
Burn my eyes, you made a memory out of
Nothingness that ever existed.
With each peg of Whiskey and snuff of cocaine
I moved towards you, like the trail of blood
On the grass, hauling out every desire and letting
Exhaustion creeps in and fall.
With every puff of your cigarette, my soul and body
Got dependent. With each kiss, your lips revealed
A secret, concealing my words and our