A wicked Saturday

Why do I sit here drink in my left and a pen in my right
Why is it only sad poems I seem to write
Is it cause I feel loss greater than love
Is it cause rejection is a well fit glove
There are 2 of me tonight
The loving and the careless fight
The facts are the facts this is true
The only thing that changes is the glasses you see them threw


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  1. Very nice.I had a professor back in Uni who used to say that everything is relative…..good or bad ,right or wrong it is all in the eyes/glasses of who is looking at it.I kind of agree ,up to a certain level.

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