Nothing Lucky enough,
Every year down the dance floor
Still cutting hair, lost.
Her eyesight, stripe up
Never failed.
He would break it.
The bad,
Every sin,
Every secret,
Every scab.
People never bothered to leave
Never came back
Five minutes after
Gone.
I fell in love
Within the cracks of uneven sidewalks.
In plain sight, things happened,
Impossible altering things.
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Take Me to the Pity Parade
PoetryPoems for the lost, the lonly, the broken, the lovers, the sinners and the dreamers.