no magic today…

no magic today…
not a word written…
the soul was not stirred at 2 in the morn…
sleep took me under it’s wing…down the path of dreams…

fought it…
wanted to get outta’ bed…write…write…write…
but nothing came to mind…
only dreams of which were soon forgotten…short trips…small scenes of life in black-n-white…

dreamed of past loves…
exes…exes…exes…
none were calling out…
all safe…not needing my affections…they had done just fine on their own…

some got married…
one found a lover in Mexico upon a vacation…
some insurance salesman…
she laughed…, still haven’t got a car eh….

another found solace on her own…
away from the madness of america…
hidden away in a lighthouse offa’ Nova Scotia…just her and two black labs….said that’s what she always wanted…

and i lay in bed alone…
no lover…
no black labs…
just dreams….

no magic today…
not a word written…
the soul was not stirred at 2 in the morn…
sleep took me under it’s wing…down the path…
of dreams…

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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