I Flip Through Poem by Always Alone

I Flip Through



I flip through the daily pages and do infantile things
I sit in a coffee house, sit in a coffee house waiting
In the horoscopes section I search for the constellation of love
Help me constellation of love
Reassure me oh constellation of love
Will my pretty lady come?

Friday, May 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: day
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