The beer did not taste as good

The girls were not not as pretty

And it had all just lost its edge.

I do not get it anymore

Or it has just lost me

Maybe its to common

The soft lines of art

Maybe your losing your luster

Maybe you never got it.

I got It alright

The way eyes can look at you with lust

Breast lit softly by moonlight

Light carefully wandering in 

A  hotel room

Waves crashing in your ears

The smell of summer

The smell of love

Love is easy 

Like is hard

The morning coffee

With dali 

In figures

They way you left

That was art

That was beauty

If a line cant be that distorted

Maybe they are just words.


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