The Sad Romantic
The sad romantic
stretched on the rack
of his own words
tries to make sense of love,
lights a cigarette,
swallows from the bottle,
tries again
tries tomorrow,
supplies more words
increases the pain
till the pain
is the only sense
he knows
and he knows it so well
the sad romantic
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Thursday, January 3, 2008
The Sad Romantic
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