probably not…

always wondered what happened to you..did…

where’d’ya go…doin’…were ya’ waitin’…probably not…probably not…

sat in these bars…playin’ jazz on old jukeboxes…city parks watchin’ pigeons…drinkin’ coffee in all-night diners…just wonderin’…thinkin’ out-loud with stacked tranny whores lookin’ my way while cream was poured and glazed danishes took a spin…

maybe it was a torture i’d put myself through…some kinda’ punishment for my actions…actions…

blaming yourself is always easy…discovery is hard…getting to the heart…right…

and so…you went your way…i went mine…no more Christmas…no more boxes wrapped with bows…yes…you went your way…and i went mine…

always wondered what happened to you…did…

whered’ya go…doin’…were ya’ waitin’…probably not…probably not…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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