It's late, I'm awake, I've slept in after coming back after a long night out, but I still have smile on my face. I don't feel like work so I'll call in sick so I can try to get rid of this grin on my face. Mind you she was really beautiful. Girls are when they smile and they are holding you tight and she is looking at you as though you were the best date that she ever had. I must confess she was but I don't want to see her anymore, as nothing that good will ever happen again. But I will write a poem about her; about her scent, the sparkle in her eyes ...and the sweet and trusting way she held my hand.
You were not the first
I can say you were the best
But now it's morning
