Monday, October 13, 2008

An Apology of Sorts

what I need from you
is a realization
that it's not all lies

I'm a hopeless romantic first
I'm a drunk
and afterwards
I write it all down

I need you
to sort through
the drunken rants
the embelishments
and bold confessions

no one said
it was easy to know
a romantic drunk
a lieing writer

we are phantoms falling down
but we make great lovers


marionerin said...

i like this one, joe.

Anonymous said...

thank you, erin.