Two drinks deep
not deep enough.
I need some sleep,
but not too much.
Heavy hearted
plenty to feel
light on my feet
stealing away again.
Out into the darkness,
with no eyes watching
just remembering things
I'd said, done
felt, made you feel
corporeal, they were real!
I swear they were real.
Moved to tears, moved to your knees.
Another night,
begging forgiveness,
baby please.
Not tonight,
okay, tonight.
Not tonight,
another night.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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