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Sep 2016
Can a nice guy like me be with a woman looking up at me bright-eyed?
I’m still waiting for that night.

In this generation our nation is sexualized
Happily ******* the ******* then crying
What happened to an eye to eye fantasy?
Its here but its taking a nap.
I’m not happy with that.

Romance is stronger than it ever will be
But it’s sitting in the back seat with bigotry.
While I’m in the cold, locked the keys in the car.
I’m sorry have I gone too far?

So while you laugh at my simple poetry
I’ll be looking for love, an anomaly.

It could be her that I’d love to see climb
A mountain that is larger in size than my ego
That ego you see at the bar
Just a judgment, that’s gotten you this far.

A nice girl once loved me with all of her heart
A long time for a honeymoon phase
yet still after all of those days
I was left alone at my worst.
Was I in the way?

So it seems that only love is conditional
Or was I?
“Why even try?” asked the nice guy.
The best of me was Ill deserved.
Patrick Andrew Toft
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Patrick Andrew Toft  Palm Spring
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