mine neither…

did she love you…

pick you up on drunken nights when to live anymore was too worry- some a thought…

did she love you…

shuffling down city streets in search of this bill to pay that bill replacing an old bill after those bills became a new bill…for one low cost payment…

did she love you…

in days pacing up-n-down corridors…halls at Bellevue…calls… visits…pizza brought in a box with green…white…an’ red lettering…

did she love you…

days roving ’round countrysides without a dime…sleeping under bridges…hidden behind humanity’s parade…in search of…what…

nothing…not a note…an overnight Western Union…greetings nor salutations…
did she love you…

and you toiled for what…

love…love…

did she love you…

mine neither….

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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