been sitting here, waiting, at the end of the bar, waiting for another drink, waiting for you, sitting at my barstool, thinking, maybe, someday, i could capture your heart, with some of my words... but, we've never even met before, you are somewhere in the night, reading this under a soft moonlite, waiting too, maybe, for me to write again.... so, for you, i sit here, as the ashtray overfills, the room fills with smoke, and the beers keep coming... i'll throw my words into the nite wind, hoping, they embrace you and comfort you, where ever you are tonite...Birth sign: Libra
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