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Saturday, May 1, 2010

I need somebody to Love

The night is stormy,
clichéd, I know,
but unfortunately true.

It means tonight I write in
instead of out.

I wish I could be out,
in the sense of
being okay enough with myself
that I could tell anyone anything.

I wrote a decent poem once
about vodka and myself.
Will that happen again?

3 comments:

  1. pat, your friends love you so much that you can tell them anything and that love will not disappear.

    love just doesn't do that. it doesn't disappear. promise.

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  2. =) I need to be reminded of that. Jeez, you know just what to say to a guy, eh?

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