Piano Man
I don't know what it is about you.
Don't know why
I ever even tried.
You play Neil Young-
maybe you also played me.
Your arms are warm BUT our bed smells of something rotten.
We hardly ever speak.
What pains are you numbing as I use you to numb mine?
Could you ever grow to care for a woman who cut off all her hair?
Goodbye.
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avodicka
I love recycling and making new friends. God willing, I'm going to move to Colorado and study to become an anthropologist. update 12/2017: I moved to Colorado, and I am studying anthropology. I journal about my adventures. Sometimes my ramblings become poems, so I try and post them here.
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