Coffee shop
I feel a glimmer
of hope,
as I stand here,
nervous as hell
on a cold October night,
reciting,
what some consider poetry,
to a few,
as I watch you sitting there,
sipping green tea,
absorbing my broken words,
for just a second,
I am part of you,
as I stand here,
reciting bad poetry,
just a little,
less nervous,
on this cold ,
October night.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 9:26 PM UTC
Coffee shop
I feel a glimmer
of hope,
as I stand here,
nervous as hell
on a cold October night,
reciting,
what some consider poetry,
to a few,
as I watch you sitting there,
sipping green tea,
absorbing my broken words,
for just a second,
I am part of you,
as I stand here,
reciting bad poetry,
just a little,
less nervous,
on this cold ,
October night.
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