Encounters of a strangerA Poem by Gin TsubasaI think the poem explains enough.The leaves whispered softly of sacred things – The sunset, chilled to perfection, grinned knowingly. You had no idea what hidden knowledge the sun held – Ask the vodka, he spoke softly. Time escaped as morning faded away; Scratches and borrowed passion, Damning marks and illusions of future that won’t come, Were all that remained. Soon the sun slowly returned to the sky, That stupid smile still present – Bottles littered the floor, His empty cigarette boxes covered the table. So on that boulevard of sinners, You let him go – you let him does he pleased. Upon that avenue of sorrows, He secretly stole away your safety – Today you can do nothing but frown. Sitting on that chair – nestled on Late Night Lane – He did away with simple pleasures in the gleam Gleam of his beautiful face. © 2008 Gin TsubasaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorGin TsubasaJersey Shore :), NJAboutI are a writer. I has great grammer. :D But seriously. I'm a writer... have been for 6 years. At least. Maybe longer. But, hey, I'm a writer. You do the math. :) I'm currently a senior at my highsch.. more..Writing
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