DecemberA Poem by TheAdventOf
Everyone’s a Friday night king,
Walking streets that shrug off last nights snow In wet, grayed lumps along the curbside While the sidewalks catch the glaze Off the moon covered in tides of wispy, dying clouds Withering now that they gave what they had. The lights turn green at the intersection, And the couple holding hands stops, Reminded that they’re only human And exchange a kiss. Yeah, And if everyone’s a king tonight, Then I must be the lucky dead, Watching it all through the foggy windows Of an empty coffee shop With a dying cigarette, Not-so-hot chocolate, And chairs fit for the all the ghosts That aren’t there anymore. © 2010 TheAdventOf |
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1 Review Added on July 7, 2010 Last Updated on July 7, 2010 AuthorTheAdventOfMiddletown, NJAboutI'm a 20 year old college student in Annville, Pennsylvania (home is, and will always be NJ though), and I'd love to get published someday. I'm an English Communications major, and I'm looking to get .. more..Writing
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