It was, You know,
a typical beginning.
We met in a bar.
I quoted Mother Theresa.
And I acted cool, because
You were a rich man, a writer,
creative and educated.
And all the angels whispered in my ear.
When I dismissed them,
You simply thought I brushed the hair back
from my eyes.
And all the choirs lamented in the sky,
when I placed my hand in Yours,
and left with You.
And for some beautiful verse,
we loved.
I thought we loved, You know?
And I left with You.
Author notes
...yeah, well.
A contest entry
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Just goes to show you...
... you gotta watch out for those writers.
This, for some reason, makes me think very much of Bukowski. So of course I like it. -
Yeah...
Nicely penned.
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