every love song
just another love song
fumbling
blushing
i think ill find my way home now
im renewed by tears like thirsty innocence
time to climb out of this bloodbath
and approach the murky shores of reality.
reading between the bleeding lines
of social discordance
the grittiness of life
like bruised souls
not surfacing
until prodded.
light giving way to new paths of recreation...
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i mean, damn! really, damn!
where you been hidin'? and how are you going to the beach? rockaway? coney island? i mean, with a name like that you gotta live in my borough....
damn!
i think i speak for everyone when i say we would love to see you post some of your poetry in your journal!