its saturday nite, 1 am, i'm sitting in a corner bar, wishing you were here, sitting next to me, smoking my cigarretes and drinking my beer, but you are out there, somewhere, reading this aloud, it's real quiet here, the place is almost empty, just me, a couple old guys and the bartender mike, mike looks preoccupied, he's worried about the game, alot of money's riding on the outcome, i hope he doesn't lose, i wish you were here, the pool tables empty, we could shoot a couple of games, maybe play some darts, if you were here, the bar would be loud, the jukebox would be cranking, we could be laughing and dancing, and having a good time.... instead it's real quiet, just me and some old guys and the bartender mike..... all of us wishing that you were here..........
Reason for writing:
so sorry to post this crap--definitly not happy with it--a draft that will end up in the garbage
Birth sign: Libra
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