She turned to me and she said-
get this-
happiness is only a
nickle's throw away
to which I replied:
the cigars hidden in my
top left drawer
dance when it's closed
and mock me in the dark
that's why they're hidden
I don't think she understood
But she smiled a fake smile
As the cigars danced miles away
And the professor droned on.
Copyright 2004 shortandpretentious
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Printed from www.DarkPoetry.com/dp/4964/45894 on Tuesday October 14th, 2008 03:40 AM
Certain elements © 1996-2008 Matthew Steven (matts.org)
Comments on Love Poem (#2)