Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Love


Sitting, Waiting, Thinking,
With a bourbon on the rocks
Too bothered to drink, so it just sits there.

Angry, Simply, Empty, 
With a cold gun, and no bullets
Worried with no intention, so it just sits there.

Beautiful, Graceful, Hateful,
With a single light on, love walked in
I mean no harm, so I just sit there.

Quick, Prick, Sick,
With seven shots, I feel emotion
 Falling to the ground, so I just lie there.

Faint, Quaint, Saint,
With no bullets, no drinks, sobriety sinks in
Dim the world becomes, so I just die there.


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