getting married?

go ahead,
you're entitled to your own
self-righteous
misery.

being young,
21 or more,
and the world is yours.

you are oh so
invinsible in
your team,
for two.

you learn most of it
alone
and
independant.

when you're drunk
and writing poetry
in traffic
going mad
from past
love affairs gone
wrong,
dreadfully wrong,
you realize you
could of been there
ringing the bells
of the chappell
yourself.

mad with love,
romance,
poetry,
and the love for
Jazz