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Her smoke filled my car as her story unfolded she'd just broken up with her him. I liked her and all, don't get me wrong But I viewed her as mostly a friend. I wanted coffee, she wanted beer we drove to a bar that she knew. We talked about him, we talked about mine Air thick from the smoke that we blew. The hours wore on, I lost the dart game we laughed with the fools at the bar. Her eyes kept constantly searching my face We left cuz her home wasn't far. We pulled up, I shifted from drive to reverse something she did not overlook. Snatching her purse, see you tomorrow I'm sorry, my hearts just been took. |
I really like the honesty and straight-forward wording in your poetry, makes me really feel like I am a part of the scene you create. I love the very small and ver important details you include, and the small analogies, like the shift of the gears of the car. Good work, I really enjoyed the read.| Posted on 2008-04-08 00:00:00 | by brokenmuse | [ Reply to This ] | |