Cool Socks

There is a party,
everyone is there;
I stole imagination,
everyone leaves at the same hour.

Check your email,
and lets be over this kiss,
because we are exactly the same,
love is the same sum.

While we seem all night
on you in blues,
I am like anything with a pulse,
killing this Friday just as rare.

Cross my heart and wish
before death because
I mention our thoughts
and we continue to float.