Rood top, there we met
He in a red shirt
And I in orange.
A cute drunk guy!
As he sits and cracks jokes
My eyes fell for him
He then sings, funnily,
Until our stomach cramps.
A guitar in his hand,
Sings and sings,
Then passes the guitar to a friend
And then to me.
For the first time, I sang
Among people unknown.
Confidence filling my lungs,
And love in my heart.
We meet, again!
There, at the roof top.
Glances. Chats. Moist.
The night was just OURS!
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