a simple sensation
evoked
as a young man
walks up the stairs and
passes you right by
the coffee stand
drinking from the drip every afternoon
and evening
just as the sky turns black
against the pale, white cheeks
meant to be rose
filled with with laughter and life
but instead this
color that even the stars cannot compare
flickering in his eyes
trying to be the best
in a world where cheap perfume
can buy love
and if you don't run with the crowd
you're left to
sink
without a single sensation
during the aftermath.
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Written February 1st, 2005
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walks up the stairs and
passes you right by
I think this might read better
walks up the stairs and
passes you by
Anyways I have a lot more to say but this crazy lady at the library wants tokick me off the damn computer, I'll be back to finish this critique later
