pen around my neck

I'm not going to bore with all the little details of my new years celebration, though I did NOT get nearly enough sleep. Yay for break, still. I did write, and I think it will amuse you that I kept my pen on my necklace, just in case I had to write something down. I mean, how dorky can you get? But I did get some good lines down on my arm, and later, in my notebook. The pen was very handy and did get me a lot of weird looks and questions. Sorry, people, my dress does NOT have pockets. Anyway, poem time.

In my heat,
that cheesy
song, time after time,
would play.
The climax, swelling,
a kiss. Turn, don't
run anymore.
Go back, open up.
No more running
away. Time to
feel.
I'm lost, but
I'll find you.


(It's cheesy, I know. but those last two lines... I adore them.)