I was on the ground, thinking of zoey. A pavement landing after a broken trip, come to live in the squallor of a broken mans home. Here it is, I thought... Fate. And of the three hearts that beat, one wandered, one wept and one silently grew from the story. If I'd turned to the side, all you see was love, but you'd have to look in my eyes to see the abandonment. So there I was... on the ground... thinking of Zoey.
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Floating
PoesíaI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
