This bar is empty
Vaccant
Its spot lights searching the floor as if they were lost
As if they will know when they find it
Just exactly what it is they have been searching for
This bar is me
Hollow
Waiting for half sober lives or the lies of love to fill it
Wondering what its true purpose is
This bar is empty
Cool and calm
Full of country music
Searching for people to fill it with joy
This bar is me
Author's Notes/Comments:
well my cat did die, my 'boyfriend' did 'leave' me for another woman, and the whiskey is all gone, so the country bar as a metaphor for little ol' me, not such a far strech :P
except I am way too happy and up beat these days to be a country bar...
but that could just be because I am writting so much I even write poems on napkins with pens borrowed from the dj at a country bar whilst my friends get drunk ;) or maybe it was all the dancing SO MUCH DANCING!