silent rides home make me want to scream.waiting... wishing...wanting him to say something.... anything!
he says nothing
I say nothing...
he says nothing
I say nothing...
music is turned up..
opportunity is turned down
anger and hope surging through both parties
stubborn ways preventing room to make amends
hoping the street magically extends itself.
hoping I suddenly loose my way.
give us 1 more minute
one more chance to say.... something...
anything!
I say...nothing.
he says..... "peace Syd."
-SydniMichael
3 comments:
OUch! been here! This hurts, it's like... fuck... shit sucks...I feel you Syd!
well described.. as usual!
love the imagery in this poem..nice
looove this. gosh my feelings right here.
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