My Guy

Sauntering down a cold road

With glassy eyes

He searches  the sky

And thinks of the heartbreak he’s faced

a tear down his cheek

Hands dig deeper into pockets

shoulders square

he walks to the bar

to forget everything

and pretend like tomorrow will be better

as long as he has four pints of beer

by: R.J.

 

 

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