Over the Blue Margarita, and the City.
August 27, 2006 by dryxanne
As i sipped the bittersalted blue margarita,
looking over the twinkling city.
The look on your face was indescribable.
Was it happiness or was it deep sadness,
as u turned your face away from me?
As the blue margarita slowly warmed me up,
words uncontrollably blurted out.
Babe, sorry is really hard to say,
but it’s taken better by you than the truth.
The city, the freezing cold, the warmth of your rarely shown smile,
The Valley’s turn, the dark cliff, the twinkling lights,
The burning sun, the flying dust, the high tower, the cheering pals,
The not-so-camera-friendly face, the hot choco, the Blue Margarita.
Everything i will take with me in my memory.
The truth is, i may have fallen deeper than i thought i would.
The truth is, it always feels scared to confess.
The truth is, it always deeply hurts to know the deepest truth,
let alone to hear it from someone else’s mouth.
The truth is, you will always have a special place in my heart.
And i will always carry a piece of our memory.
(to "Adek", my sweet charming cute little devil…)
