Everything in life
moves fast. I watched the sun split
the moon, again. and
There’s too many stars
tonight, to pick one for us.
There’s too many stars, faded and used,
to pin one to my
wall and find peace in her hue,
finding my way home to it,
thinking it might work.
You can stay awhile,
waste time and slow down, again,
light a cigarette.
Light a smoke for me,
and give me time to think.
I really don’t think
that I wholly understand
just where I should go from here.
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Nice and simple.. :)
this is fucking brilliant bro…
it was your “I read Bukowski” that made me remember why I like writing so much
One line better than the other.
Words, chasing each other
Into the final message
Of a perfect poem.
The reference to the moon and the sun was very clever i thought.
I always feel like I have something good if I get a Chatty Owl comment on it
Well… I know a good writing when i see one!
Each day I discovering more brilliant work, and this is no exception simply beautiful.
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