Is She an Angel?
The girl with bitter on her lips,
vodka stained breath and a
hint of deceit on her collar,
she'll leave you so fast
that you will find yourself
whispering adoring words to the
wind.
She may be an Angel,
but if so, she has fallen and
looks for her way home.
Wisconsin Love Song
What she feels bad about,
she only knows.
Gorging herself on
sorrow and ice cream,
skipping the bowl and
eating straight from the carton.
She's watching a movie,
a love story of sorts,
the kind that is pure fantasy,
written and painted with fate,
and performed with bad acting.
She feels worse with
every kiss and every bite,
centralizing her sadness
into a physical place.
She's bound to feel better,
tomorrow, when the poison and cream
have mixed like one night lovers,
quickly moving on.
Collecting Worries
Collecting worries in my worried corner,
dusting off each one as they are
pulled together by lack of direction.
Another sad paycheck, one more bill
than cannot be paid, another girl
I don't have the courage to chase.
Another sad workday I have to attend,
another night spent without another friend
and nothing better to say to myself than,
This is all I deserve.
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