Lustfully Broken Spring Nights
By John Nay
Warm spring nights in New Hampshire are my favorite memory
In this fair state resides rolling mountains and lush streams that lead into some of the finest lakes a young mans heart could want
A gust of fresh air and a relaxing smoke
Nights in New Hampshire have a certain calm blissful felling to them
A feeling that can only be corrupted by the harshest of things in this world
A woman? yes
The only thing that can mend and destroy a mans heart in the same moment of relative time and space
This particular lady I write about had a way to her that had taunted me for numerous years of my life
Her intriguing blue eyes, her luscious hair, her beautiful smile and even her voice that sung so fair.
I would ask my self every waking moment of my life why a higher power would put a creature so fair on this planet.
Was it to spite me?
No or maybe so
A question that will be left for the eternities.
On a very peculiar spring night my one wish had been granted
It was a random coincidence that randomly rambles me on, on random lonely nights of my life.
Why was she so accepting than so fast to discard me?
Why?
Why?
Fuck I hate that bitch!
But still to this day I love her so.
I guess it’s something that can be easily drowned by a bottle of bourbon
Black thoughtless nights of resolution for 20 bucks
A mans heart can feel content with rolling hills and the beauty that is his fair state
But his state of mind is something quite contrary.
As I finish this little poem I think of my next high
I know it will never match her affection but it will fill the whole in my heart like an empty glass.
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