Salad Dressing
 
I ordered the salad
without the dressing,
but I received it anyway.
Taking my coffee:
black without sugar.
They always leave
room for milk.
Like I leave room for you.
Because tailored
to fit comes at a price
we settle for the
average dream.
Living lives that don't
quite fit and running
away from what
really matters.
I eat the salad.

By Beckie

© 2008 Beckie (All rights reserved)

 

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