Bad poetry never sounded so nice

Portland OR

Description

I kissed him after dancing with him in the street both recovering from the conversation with the old veteran we had just met. We stood in the cold and he wrapped me in his leather jacket even though i was lying and telling him i wasnt cold He read me awful poetry while sitting in the train station So many people complimented us telling us how good we look together Not a missed-connection i just missed-our-connection tonight.