Two invitations
to hang with the same crowd
in a single week
and it no longer becomes an option.
Instead, a love letter
trying to get your attention
like a child who knows you're occupied
but might be distracted if
they tug hard enough,
are cute enough,
can even be
convincing.
Do not put them off long enough
such that next time
they do not think
to try.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tired? Too bad.
Posted by
The Brooklyn Boy
at
11:02 PM
Labels:
Friends,
Pennies Open Mic,
period.,
Poetry,
Relationships
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