Larry Says,
Larry grazes my arm
with a tint of hope in his
Jack Daniel eyes and says,
You're the prettiest thing in this bar.
I've searched for
closed hearts and
hungry hands
like his before
to fill the empty dens
of my heart.
And I could
fold under the
curtains of night,
and tuck away my shame
for a while.
He says,
You sure are pretty, but
I can make you feel beautiful
for at least a night.
But instead I say,
No thanks, Larry,
I already have a
closet full of skeletons
that I can sleep with
tonight.
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2015
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