Tonight

Laying in bed
I can hear the waves crashing
Outside my window
She is asleep next to me
My loyal dog is at my feet
There is a glass of cold Irish whiskey
On the nightstand and a
Book of poetry resting on my chest

There are still times I feel the urge
To paint the wall red
But I haven’t done it
Yet

And on a night like this
I really hope
I never will

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~ by jackmoxie on April 21, 2010.