Bars and stars

May 16, 2014

She's drunk at the bars

I'm here sitting on stoops staring at stars

As the people and cars go by

Every attempt I'd try

Would just crash, burn, and fail

Maybe it just wasn't meant

Since I could never prevail

I would never learn

Liquor before beer

After a few drinks

We just won't care

We won't be what she thinks

We just Won't. Be there

Cease to exist

Like every opportunity I just missed

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