Saturday

I want to go down on your mind.

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Day-old Burritos

The city stayed awake and so did we.

We drank rum from cracked glasses

and ate day-old burritos.

I fell in love with how every pizza place was your favourite,

some for the crust, others toppings,

some for being kind and others for always being on time.

There were no complains, we always agreed and

with each kiss we exchanged, there was more familiarity.

No love was wasted, no trouble found,

no hearts broken, just wandering around.

We did nothing wrong, we made it through most dawns.

We did nothing wrong, time just hated us all along.