Tonight

A little tinge of brandy blush
A bit of happiness, a heady rush

The pretty brolly rests in my rum
Through my veins, a pleasure hums

The spot of cherry catches my eye
And round its stalk, a knot I tie

The breeze caresses my warmed up cheeks
The blush remains, on contented peaks

I'm really bad at this.. closing, letting go and moving on thing, aren't I? Be it a good book, anime or people. It just really really sucks. I hate it.

I absolutely HATE IT.