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Poem written 05/12/2012


Submitted:May 12, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


As he set there at the bar

while drinking his whiskey down

she stood watching from a far

this is where he stayed in town

When out of bed in the morning

he makes this his very first thing

When he get's in bed he's a snoring

but here in the silence

she can hear him sing

I had her but I lost her

she was like a falling star

and once they called me sir

but now I don't know who I are

I quickly made my wishes

before my angel hit the ground

but just like broken dishes

I can't find her no where around

I fell to pieces one puzzle at a time

so it makes no sense to me

when I lost the right side of my mind

I began drinking my left handed tea

As she sits there at the bar

he puts his whiskey down

she watches her falling star

tumble from his seat to the ground

He keeled over dead this morning

so she made this her very last thing

She put him in his grave where it's silent

but here with the birds

you can hear her sing

I had him but I lost him

he was like a falling star

and once they called him sir

but now he don't know where he are

He quickly made his wishes

before this angel hit the ground

but just like broken dishes

I couldn't fix him when he wasn't around

He fell to pieces one puzzle at a time

so it made no sense to me

I could have been the right side of his mind

but he loved his left handed tea.





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