A nice album calls
“Abbey Road” the vinyl says
I jam out to it
Tag: Haiku
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I’m missing you more
Waiting for you at the door
For your Volkswagen
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You may think it is
Creepy that I counted your
Cute eyelid freckles
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It stings down my throat
The bitter taste I swallow
Not semen. Whiskey
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“The adventures of…
Drunken Katie and Tyler”
Would be a good film
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I placed a flower
On the trunk of an oak tree
Where we carved our names
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I love you so much.
From the tip of your cute nose,
your fingers, and toes.
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I’ll stink of bourbon
When people say to me that
They’re sorry for me
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I want to be dead
I wish I could pass away
slice my arms, and die
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Kiss me sweet and soft
Cigarette breath, dirty tongue
Baby be my sun
Poems from Lovers 