The coffee burnt
the lighting dim...
flickering
Sitting here
waiting
expecting...
When will you pay me
for that
night?
I stare out the window--
it's raining.
I see my reflection superimposed.
I'm scary...
thin as a rail
pale
my eyes swim in a pool of black
No one has any idea
why I sit here
watching
waiting
expecting...
I'm here to collect
I look so naive
they'd never suspect
They don't know
what I go through
when I go home
or what I went through
at the home
of my childhood
all they do is judge...
that's all they know how to do
from behind their white picket fence
They have no idea
what I'm here
waiting for...
for you.
Author notes
The title should invoke The Police song...and you'll know what the poem's about
Comments?
Comments
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wow.... this is amazing.. an excellent job here. i love that song 'Roxane' its an awesome song. and this is a really awesome version of it. a great take on the really retarded prompt
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Lemon Bee
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sad...........
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