#31 – This morning the words were alive, tonight everything will be fine

Blue fluorescents blink through the alleyway

where we met and fucked yesterday

There’s a schoolboy there doing graffiti

Of a lioness and an acacia in the Serengeti

This morning, your words were so alive

About how my heartbeat was a perfect metronome for your sleep

Tonight, I know will be alright

We both have our promises to each other to keep

Let’s have dinner in that rooftop bar

Where the whole of Budapest can be seen

Tell stories of our past and how we’ve come so far

Since the time we spoke about our ambitions and dreams

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