Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Day 71

This old bar room,
Was dark with sorrow,
Then you walked in,
And turned on my light,
Now I don’t feel as empty,
As I thought I would tonight.

I wanna say hello,
Buy you a drink,
Get your number,
Ask you dance,
But my knees just went weak,
Now I can barely stand.

The thought of last call,
Without having met you,
Is a fate,
I couldn’t bear,
But I’m still on this bar stool
And you’re still haunting me, over there.

Now I’m on feet,
Heaven help me,
This could be my end,
Or our beginning, 
A tap on the shoulder, Lead with hello.
And just ask her anything.

Honey I’m come over,
I think I’m ready,
I just needed time
To catch my breath,
Before I, let you take,
It away all over again.


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