morse code

A Poem by winter;lyra

these nights are for killing
and you know it because
you're always the first killer
and it's all fine
it's all right
all's great
cuz after all
we're just kids
just kidding

these nights are for nice things
a fancier ball
than a wider fall
dancing with our tiptoes
because we make it justice
after all we just met

after all
we just met

courses and rehearsals
talking with you is morse code

provoking
all's provoking
but after all
we just met