Just one last ons

 I wish it was your river,

Even your shore.

But I've been 

Pulled by the current

As my tears and fears

Fill the nothing in between.

Miss understandings

And unhappy endings.

Overwhelming,

So what's the use of talking?

Two left feet for dancing

 Make the most of every moment

They grow to quick,

Last call at the hug and pint

As my nose drips.

Excitement as the taxi is pretty quick. 

Try to get the back seat,

As talking I don't want to be the one

Asking the driver are they  busy

Or long into his shift. 

Finally get where we plan to b, 

The party is in full swing.

Grabbed by the hand

And jump in with both feet. ,

Its okay I have a warm embrace. 

And long nite putting the world

To right in the kitchen was

Amazing to say the lest