cold winter day on a parking lot
christmas shoppers bustle about
broken down again, the tears fall
she screams and hopes to die
no one hears or looks into her eyes
another table for one won't do today
christmas shoppers bustle about
broken down again, the tears fall
she screams and hopes to die
no one hears or looks into her eyes
another table for one won't do today
Posts
1 comment:
Hmm. Very nice poem. Sad sentiment, though. How you feelin'?
Post a Comment