We lingered over drinks, chatting about inconsequential topics. I like the Rangers,
You follow the Royals. I’m a Cowboys fan, you think I’m a fool. We laughed until
Tears traced meandering pathways down our cheeks. I claimed one lonely drop midway down
Your face, but you didn’t reciprocate. Maybe I mistook this connection. Maybe you aren’t
Invested as I am. Tell me I’m beautiful and I’ll forgive your lapse. Maybe I’ll believe you.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
Last game of tag(s) before I hiatus and head for the hills to hide from the homestretch of this horrific election.
Along with free verse (tag) this a prose poem and bunch the text and allow it to run on befittingly
for example:
http://beltwayfanfiction.com/2016/08/20/cool-pool-on-a-hot-dayprose-poem/
http://beltwayfanfiction.com/2015/02/19/an-old-testament-prose-poem/
Regards always,
Doug
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Yep. That would work well for this. As usual I had no idea where it was going when I started writing it.
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Lovely
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