mirevolver

Thoughts from Vegas. (written on stationary paper from the Tropicana hotel)

We are apart now,
a state line lies between us.
I am here in Sin City,
with beautiful women all around,
but all I can think of is her.
I walk along the Vegas strip,
move from hotel to hotel.
I view the attractions of each place,
but my every thought is a wish,
wishing she was here with me.
I count the days till I see her again.
I cannot wait.
I want to be near her,
to talk to her,
to wrap my arms around her.

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Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions.