Just being honest
If I had to say,
you’re a rotten excuse for
a human being.
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I search for the night
at the bottom of drinks in
rock-bottom glasses.
Keeping the faith
Stand strong
firm in your beliefs
do not let them move you
never change who you are, remain
granite.
Balm
Please sing me a song.
I don’t care which one, I just
need to feel again.
Coming up short
A penny dreadful second chance
mixed with a dollar store romance…
Why do you think that friction
will improve your fiction
when it’s too shallow to enhance.
The little death
Slow cigarette drag,
it tastes so good going down,
just a hint of death.
Tango tempo
The heat of the night,
the rhythm, music, and dance;
passion in my breast.
Love remains
Oh, how I watch you with pride,
my once-blushing bride.
In the years I’ve been gone
while you fought to stay strong,
I never left your side.
Haunted
My quivering lips
taste the ghost of your mouth from
a never-shared kiss.
Gone but not forgotten
The bar,
Saturday night.
He drank away his grief
and just tried to forget about
His wife;
he hadn’t seen her in ages
but he could still feel her –
her touch, her smile…
Oh God;
it’s been two years…
She suddenly got sick
and before they knew what to do…
She…She…
She couldn’t leave.
He’d never left her side,
so she would not abandon him.
Not now;
when he needed all of her strength
to put down the liquor,
to stand back up
and live.
A (wise) man of two faces 