I whispered to her
NYC
1984
She was forgotten
She didn't care
Hard exterior
No tears here.
"Hey baby.."
How much for a quickie?
She was inspired by herself
And by the city
I've never been there
Las Vegas livin'
Maybe she knew she'd fit in
Me and her have no connection
But I'd still love to know more
To feel what she felt
Her feet knew the steeets
The streets knew her soul
I know those same roads
Lead to me
I'm alive
Sing it to me
Downtown scene
Now she goes to thrift stores
A piece of home
A relic of what she once knew
Stuck in history
Ronnie let me whisper
Because she screamed for us
Brown eyes bright
In her last breath
She whispered
"Heaven is sweet"
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House Flies on Daisy Vines - A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIn this somewhat experimental collection of poetry, House Flies on Daisy Vines, explores a variety of topics including, the ins and outs of American hatred and culture, growing up from a traumatic and lonesome childhood, immense heartbreak, love, fo...
