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Wishful thinking...
Wishful Thinking
Sitting at the bar, I think to myself,
“Here’s to wishful thinking.”
And hoping that you’d notice me.
Envisioning that you’d take my hand,
and just go with me.
Away, somewhere far,
with no destination.
Living in life’s moments together,
with no hesitation.
Sedated with love and engulfed in passion,
but then I am slapped in the face by reality
when she approaches you.
My face etched with regret and ashen.
Who is she? And why is she with you?
I feel sick to my stomach when you greet each other,
just as lovers do.
How could I be such a fool,
to fall in love with those brown eyes,
that I am unfamiliar with.
To not take the time and realize,
that of course, you’re involved.
But fuck it! I say,
if you’re married get annulled.
I down the rest of the amber colored liquor,
that’s been sitting in my glass.
And look at the bartender to say,
“Another drink please, the same as the last.”
Sitting in the barstool, I think to myself,
“To this drop-dead gorgeous couple,
I give a toast! Even though, I had no idea
the beautiful bastard was involved,
not even an inkling.”
I tilt my head back, slam the glass,
and as the liquor burns my throat.
I breathe, “Here’s to wishful thinking…”
- Poetic Gawdess
Sitting at the bar, I think to myself,
“Here’s to wishful thinking.”
And hoping that you’d notice me.
Envisioning that you’d take my hand,
and just go with me.
Away, somewhere far,
with no destination.
Living in life’s moments together,
with no hesitation.
Sedated with love and engulfed in passion,
but then I am slapped in the face by reality
when she approaches you.
My face etched with regret and ashen.
Who is she? And why is she with you?
I feel sick to my stomach when you greet each other,
just as lovers do.
How could I be such a fool,
to fall in love with those brown eyes,
that I am unfamiliar with.
To not take the time and realize,
that of course, you’re involved.
But fuck it! I say,
if you’re married get annulled.
I down the rest of the amber colored liquor,
that’s been sitting in my glass.
And look at the bartender to say,
“Another drink please, the same as the last.”
Sitting in the barstool, I think to myself,
“To this drop-dead gorgeous couple,
I give a toast! Even though, I had no idea
the beautiful bastard was involved,
not even an inkling.”
I tilt my head back, slam the glass,
and as the liquor burns my throat.
I breathe, “Here’s to wishful thinking…”
- Poetic Gawdess
Published 18th Apr 2016
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19th Apr 2016 1:48pm
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20th Apr 2016 1:00am
...kinda dangerous wishful thinking but most all adventure comes with doing things against the norm. The rush of it....
Enjoyable read pg! Welcome to the du zoo, and thanks for the add and poetic love thus far...
Enjoyable read pg! Welcome to the du zoo, and thanks for the add and poetic love thus far...
20th Apr 2016 6:33am
Yea, the wide eyed dreaming about scenarios of getting with the object of desire, would truly sting more
when the thing in the glass is calling the 'shots' lol. Excellent! :)
when the thing in the glass is calling the 'shots' lol. Excellent! :)
