Tequila filled in your eyes..

I have dreamt this night you and me together concealed by shell of the pearl, infinitesimal but recognizable saw you became older than me from the experiences and the decisions you claim, but still younger from heart your love was still eighteen for me, burning bread in the toaster tequila filled in your eyes, high. dead. shortcuts, but still wrong. Restlessly lying on your lap like I came winning from the war against that stars in search of moon. differences rising, engulfing me and those solid tears out down through my chin. I put you as my priority but instead of looking in my eyes you adored me I let burn those dreams in the ashes of our distant of closeness. I was unlearnt but you pulled me to sea, of your wildness. ferocity ran i your bloodstream, we were like repelling each other but still attracted due to opposite poles. we were on the heights and our heart was going dazed from the stuff it is mixed with. You covered my mouth so no one could hear it. embracing, hidden stories untold lights were off, you were not same anymore.