I miss it- being high
Off life, lust, and youth
Like when I was 21
And falling in love
Friends would finally hit bed
Right around two
But my sweet and I
Would sneak quietly out
Walking and talking for miles
Finding random places
To perch, laugh, dance,
And make out
Star gazing and being
Generally existential
Tip toing in
With the start of the sun
Only to start anew
Fresh at nine
As if no one knew
High and gleaming
With the confidence of
Life, lust, and youth
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