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As I lay out under the stars My mind runs wild With thoughts of happiness And even a man... He is out there I know he is. Who? The man of my dreams. I don't know where I will find him. He could be in DC Or he could be in Dubai Or maybe in my hometown. I guess I'll never know Because secretly deep down I know he isn't real. Everyone settles am I right? I could settle for the man Who is usually under my sheets But I'd rather not... I would rather roam around This unforgiving earth Than be tied down to a man Who only wakes up to drink A cold, disgusting Bud light And falls asleep at the hand Of sweet Mary J As he inhales his reality away. No! I shall not and I will not. These thoughts prove no Actual use to me so I will Push them aside As I move to the next campsite.
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Thoughts of a Spinster
As I lay out under the stars My mind runs wild With thoughts of happiness And even a man... He is out there I know he is. Who? The man of my dreams. I don't know where I will find him. He could be in DC Or he could be in Dubai Or maybe in my hometown. I guess I'll never know Because secretly deep down I know he isn't real. Everyone settles am I right? I could settle for the man Who is usually under my sheets But I'd rather not... I would rather roam around This unforgiving earth Than be tied down to a man Who only wakes up to drink A cold, disgusting Bud light And falls asleep at the hand Of sweet Mary J As he inhales his reality away. No! I shall not and I will not. These thoughts prove no Actual use to me so I will Push them aside As I move to the next campsite.
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
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