Monday

beer at 3:30


i want to love you like there is no tomorrow
and i want to make you laugh so I can smile.
the world is an ugly place, that is what my
mother says. But if you just close your right
eye and look up to the sky, everything seems
ok. don't let the boy next door take your house
plants and definitely don't let him borrow your
cups. the sugar is where i left it, on the table.
please stir your coffee with vodka and that
wood spoon. when i call be sure to answer
the phone. the difference between us is the
blue sea and you wear socks. rings on all
fingers, ready for our last dance. the New York
Times tells us to stay inside.

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