I can't believe all these years I was missing the beat
Drunk in clubs tapping my feet
Stumbling into arms of strangers
That became friends
and then danger
My pillow rocks a nice beat
I lay amongst it stretched out feet
Scripting the night away with my own facts
No harassing or shoulder taps
Meditation vibes draping through the speakers
No dress code
under the bed, heels and sneakers
Breathing practices, release of all
Slightly opened window to inhale it all
Last call may be 1, 2 or 3 AM
no repeated prayer of please get me home safe again
(c) 2011 Ebony Larijani
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