Miss superficiality

by on March 8, 2011 :: 0 comments

I don’t get you
and your quips
zip over my head
like a barber’s trim
you talk even faster
than you walk
really we are separated
by at least two decades
of good times
and bad times
and in between times
and your songs
and my songs
will never be
our songs
what we
shared was
as empty
as my bed
and as
as a Coca-Cola

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