Tuesday, 24 February 2009

barlady chick

Approaching towards,
I gaze down at the floor.
This crowded bar,
I'm still the one
holding your attention.
Just once, want to say,
something else for a change.

For a moment a split second
I think that you want me,
just waiting for my order.
No matter how hard I try,
to you I will only ever be
a lonely drunk barfly.

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