so now...
it has never been my nature
to scream
to beg
or plead
(i am certain you thrive on that)
but hell...
i'll leave that for someone else
as there will always be
that too
am pondering now
if flattery should
be injected here
a little stroking of
your well inflated ego
as that often seems
to be what works
but i think
to avoid misinterpretation
i'll leave it at this...
your words are the reason
i keep coming back to here
they belong somewhere...
somewhere else
a better site...
between a cover...
or to be spewed forth off a stage...
but here
this is the only place
i can find them
and today...
i have plowed through
kerouac...bukowski...
all of the greats.
but you...
you still remain
so i am here
asking for nothing
but a few words
if you would...
please.
Birth sign: Libra
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