milan kundera once defined poetry as "that which everyone writes, but no one wants to read." that being said, tell me what you think:
i kissed you in an elevator
i kissed your hands in the night
i kissed you in an aeroplane
on a transatlantic flight
europe couldn't hold us
and elevators reach too tall
and if i had known you meant it
i'd never have said goodbye at all
hotel lobbies are too open
and airports are lonesome spaces
and traveling through the dark of night
every spectre wears your faces
i kissed you in an elevator
i kissed your hands in the night
i kissed you in an aeroplane
on a transatlantic flight
europe couldn't hold us
and elevators reach too tall
and if i had known you meant it
i'd never have said goodbye at all
hotel lobbies are too open
and airports are lonesome spaces
and traveling through the dark of night
every spectre wears your faces