Strong haze wraps everything in front of me.
Forget about the fifth,
This feeling is stronger than this drunken bliss. I think.
Gliding through the crowd.
Like one solid piece to be proud.
Beauty shining through or maybe the daze is winning?
I need to remember the gleam in your eyes.
I need to remember the fire that died.
I need to know if the feelings were real or muddied by liquor on the rocks.
Give me the bottle,
I will remember again how beautiful things were that night.
Sober is not as bright as a drunken love at first sight.
© 2020 Ashley
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 05, 2020:
This one is cute.
No one is ever as beautiful when we look at them sober if we met them on a drunken night.