I take off my sweater.
I feel so much better.
Should I not listen to late?
But, please, let me go pee.
I forget things more now.
I remember things then.
Life and restless ways.
Let's sing of happy sorrow.
Rhyme with me in time.
Start poems for my heart.
Because some nights still haunt me.
I'm fine but my past is not.
Some nights, I fall through days.
Life gets late and love goes away.
But hey, that's okay.
Just write it down for another death.
You still salsa dance with in me.
But it is only but a dream.
I forget the hours.
And my body deceives me.
I still feel young.
I still feel in love.
But I am above it now.
Under it how.