AgainA Poem by Mey
“Just one more” he said,
as he looked down and realized he could use one more drink and one more kiss with one more woman who had told him one more time that one more fight or one more mistake would mean he had no more chances and there would be two more broken hearts but three chances later the man was alone. “Just one more” he said maybe just one more time and he’d get it right “Just one more.” He said meant it but maybe one more wouldn’t be enough “Another” he said and turned away. “Always another” © 2012 Mey |
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Added on June 4, 2012 Last Updated on June 4, 2012 AuthorMeyHomeAboutI like to think of myself as a dark and talented individual. I like to think that what I write matters to someone. I like to think that by writing that someone, somewhere, will enjoy what I’ve w.. more..Writing
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