A Man’s Bar

She didn’t say anything to you

It’s all in your head

Discussion and debates

With an empty wind

Attention from

Empty envelopes

She didn’t say anything

Doesn’t know who you are

Never walked together

Never got far

So who are you talking to and waiting for

She doesn’t exist but in your ego’s bar

Sitting there without any words

If you try to touch her she transforms into a million fleeing birds.


*Or maybe loosely like this*

Music that helps keep my mind on things above. Via Spotify.
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