A Thousand Worried Girlfriends
I sank into the sidewalk, it yielded no complaint,
You went into my trousers, subtle girl you ain’t
You told me you liked drama, so without a plate
I ate, calamari fried with ginger:
and asked you for a date.
Sometimes the night just catches me out,
Like a thousand worried girlfriends.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2016
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