An older piece of poetry I dug up. I wrote it a few years ago.
She
danced in light,
And sang of
love.
Waiting
on the sidewalk,
She tries to count
the stars.
Where were you tonight?
Brooding alone in the dark?
The scent of her
perfume haunting
your
every
thought.
The whiskey takes
your pain
at least…
for a little
while.
Lady Unlaced
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