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a younger version of myself
by Anastasia LynI'm at Julia's and she's typing on her computer
And somehow I'm feeling complete
With this drink in my hand
and this smile on my face
And the smell of cigarettes
Wafting about this place
Maybe I'm wrong to love this
Strange kind of life I can lead
But it makes me feel good
So it must be what I need
Her cats are curled in various places
on the floor
And I never want to leave here,
Want to stay more
than I can say
and drink my wine coolers
and smoke my Marlboro's
Got my whole life to do shit?
My life is now!
There is no right time.
She's still typing and I don't mind
I'm comfortable here
I'll stay the night
I'll stay my life in beds
in so many places
with so many faces
I have still to meet 08/04/2012 Author's Note: did I call it or what?
Posted on 08/04/2012
Copyright © 2026 Anastasia Lyn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David Maurice on 11/15/12 at 04:24 AM It's easy when you call your own shots. Except when it's not. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/23/13 at 06:15 PM Very mellow, this scene you've painted. The rhyme seems very natural in this conversational piece. The typing in the background is a nice touch, as are the cats curled here and there. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/25/13 at 06:26 AM Yup. You called it good. A very comforting poem and place that I don't ever want to leave either. Kudos! :) |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 05/28/13 at 02:48 PM You're not wrong to love your own life. |
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