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It was nights like this when I’d write. Bloodshot eyes, whiskey on my breath, and a joint in the hand to help me relax. I’m also typing this with my right hand. A few mistakes but well worth the few puffs I get in before the fire dies out. It’s 3:51 in the mornin’. I miss him like the heavens miss a fallen angel. You feel bad for it up until a certain point. The cats are fed and the dog is filled with poo. Can’t sleep, what am I to do? I made a mistake and prepared for the best, but in my own interest. This joint is working its voodoo. I’m tired now. Goodnight. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
….slap the s*** out of you.
People will push you, if you let them.
Disregard you, with intention.
Get upset at you, if you address them.
Then question what went wrong when it was them all along…..
You are amazingly beautiful inside and out.
You are the perfect man women dream about.
Your charming good looks and welcoming smile
Opened the door of my heart and stayed awhile.
Your charisma and attention to detail make you one of a kind.
A modern man with old fashion taste make you purely divine.
A special rare one of a kind gem, they don’t make anymore.
Any woman who has lost you, didn’t know what she had in store.
Where do you start?
The urge to move forward but the fear of where to go.
The frustration begins and slowly takes its toll.
Eating you alive from the inside you panic.
Wondering how to contain this endless manic.