This is just a little poem i based off my book c:
In the wodden bar top
etched the ehpemreal promises
in the grooves that
splintered
withered
and weared away
where the girls kissed and the guys kissed
where the old men drank away their lonley nights
where the stoners hit rock bottom just to get high
where the young man sat
and saw all those dunk people happy, lauging, singing
pretending
that just for a little bit, everything was okay.