Thinking Comes Later: Part 1

You go. You sit there and add to the smoky haze clouding a sea of old, mostly familiar faces.¬†You turn your head as more arrive, and that’s when you see her. She’s tucking a long, loosely spiraled strand of hair behind her ear as she reaches down into her satchel to pull out a smoke. […]

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Writer’s Blues

You make yourself sad to find a muse A new excuse to grab some booze More of a reason to give into folly Then go and pick up little Ms. Molly It’s within that fucked up funk you find your peace All the voices stop whispering and you feel at ease A temporary bliss from […]

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Bed Head

Lay with me in the crimson sheets you use to love Where our thighs would intertwine And we felt so high above Back when your heart was still mine ~~~ I just can’t seem to learn from the past Now choking on the present As you tease me with ideas that our love could last […]

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