With more time to spend,
time we’ll probably
never get back.
Let’s skip the tent event.
I hate drawing circles
we’re different there
us and our heavy eyes,
I’d prefer,
we treat this night
by doing something else.
All that’s ever mattered
is that
we’re experts together.
Love is more
than going out together
to an uneven gathering
I swear you’re my trigger.
Honestly,
I know you don’t mind
when I hang on your arm,
we can go and explore
the pretty world
in our new clothes.
Say you’ll come with me
for an hour or more,
I swear and promise
I’ll keep you safe and guarded
busy having fun.
No one could ever blame us,
after all,
we don’t know how to pray.
Desperate or otherwise,
I’m afraid,
you won’t read these words
you’ll show up all dressed
ready for the tented party.
I should leave little hints
you want to miss out
on the big tent event
we can still dress up
you and your delicate outfits
I love browsing
you on your phone.
Eyes closed,
on the other hand
I can still see
how you’d want to go
you’re pure beauty
in those photographs.
I’ve changed my mind
let’s go!
The big tent event
I promised last year,
and the year before that
we’d go next year
and so here it is,
Halloween!
Trick or treat,
as long as
I have you
Love,
I’ll go
to the party tent.
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