October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
Despite his glare, you beam mischievously back at him, all dark eyes and round cheeks. "I think what you mean to say, is that my aim is very good—hey! Finn." Frowning, you only half let go of the glass, your fingers still around it even as Finn drags it toward his mouth. You're pleased to see that he has the coordination and desire to drink, but this sudden change in his appetite is ringing warning bells in your mind.
"Slowly Finn." You coax as if he's the dog here and not you. "Okay, no more than that." You interject once more than half the water is gone. "Finn." Moving your fingers below his to the bottom of the glass, you try and gingerly pull it away, hoping that once he feels the tug he'll release his grip. You don't want to pull too hard lest he lets it slam into his face and cut his lip open.
"Slowly Finn." You coax as if he's the dog here and not you. "Okay, no more than that." You interject once more than half the water is gone. "Finn." Moving your fingers below his to the bottom of the glass, you try and gingerly pull it away, hoping that once he feels the tug he'll release his grip. You don't want to pull too hard lest he lets it slam into his face and cut his lip open.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
