Like a Friday night
After three beers and a shot of whiskey
With a fall-back plan for when everything is going wrong
As if anything could ever go right
Like a poem
After spilling from a tongue
Finding once again the meaning that it has lost
As though words ever could
Like a silent glance
After making love in the sand
Convincing you finally that she might be the only one
As if there were only one
Like spoken word
Lost in the construct of a broken heart
Still trying to figure out if the pattern is worth it
As if anything ever were
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Author:
elchupacabra (
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