Conversation I just had with a beautiful woman.
These have of a way of happening without my knowing.
You went house hunting with your sister.
Man how i wish.
I'm still stuck 6 feet under a window in my basement.
You said that the house is small and expensive.
But, it's on a private beach.
Maybe I could spend my time passed out over wine on it.
I said then jump that gun and do it.
That kind of heaven won't wait.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
