Drunken Poetry

Though we've never met.
I miss you.
I miss the way you'd kiss me ..
if you were real
if you were here.
...
If you where here.. the way I'd touch you...
our bodies entwined.
hearts beating in time..
if you were real...
if you were here..

I find myself alone.
Missing you.
Empty alone..
I envision your touch.
Tears as I weep for what is not..

If you were real..
If you were ...
here.

Fun Today

(I did mention earlier I was in a silly mood today right?)

He waltzed in here on his dark horse.
I barely looked his way.
He pranced around my place of life.
I got his horse some hay.
He got down off his hefty steed
and sang soft words to me.
Yet when I turned to recompense,
He ever did quickly flee.