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Ok heres the poetry....
I'll explain it later.
Late Night Poem #5
She was The Girl
I crushed on
That Girl
Beautiful, articulate and amazing
The girl I crushed on
Pixie chick
Perfectly kissable cupid's bow
Round face
Smooth skin
Amazingly deep dark eyes
She was THAT girl....
everybody wanted
They said there was a female with him
when he hit the truck head on
Cracked sternum
Broken leg
but no name.... can't divulge that information
Lot's of Coke.... Lot's of arrests
Does she need help...??
Has she been arrested???
The cocaine???
Is she in jail???
WTF???
I've lost touch
I need to find out if she needs me
or someone to contact the family
WTF???
Calling
calling
calling.....
Answer FINALLY
Her mother told me to hold on....
"one moment please"
CLICK!!!
Call back....
May I speak to.......Rach.....
No you have the wrong number...
CLICK!!!
So it wasn't her....
laid up in a hospital bed near death
my former friend....
in another state
second guessing her choices
It was not her....
It was not her....
It so wasn't fucking her....
Why do I give a shit?
The CLICKS
reminiscent of the way she left me
On the street without a ride
to score some more
to score some more
to score some fucking MORE!!!
(at least a year ago ......haven't spoken since)
Yet I'm still standing on that curb
Caring about
What
??
Who
??
Not the person I knew....
the one I once loved....
the one that tempted me with the taboo
lure of a woman
I would have....
you know
she was beautiful
her soul was awash in this wondrous light
She was going somewhere...
She was moving in the same light as the angels.
Artist... sweet spirit
Turned twisted and angry
Tweaked for days and days and days and days and days
Evicted I heard
lost track
changed cells
changed friends...
even the tweakers don't speak
to the tweaker
She's lost.....
in the same city as I
Yet traveling some obscure road
covered in brush
I couldn't find the entrance
to track her
if I tried.
I wanted to be her....
at some weak point
Now I only wish
that she'd be herself
If that is
she could find herself
amid the baggies, straws, mirrors,
magazines and whatever else it is she can cut a bump on
You're worth so much more than this
my friend......
I'll explain it later.
Late Night Poem #5
She was The Girl
I crushed on
That Girl
Beautiful, articulate and amazing
The girl I crushed on
Pixie chick
Perfectly kissable cupid's bow
Round face
Smooth skin
Amazingly deep dark eyes
She was THAT girl....
everybody wanted
They said there was a female with him
when he hit the truck head on
Cracked sternum
Broken leg
but no name.... can't divulge that information
Lot's of Coke.... Lot's of arrests
Does she need help...??
Has she been arrested???
The cocaine???
Is she in jail???
WTF???
I've lost touch
I need to find out if she needs me
or someone to contact the family
WTF???
Calling
calling
calling.....
Answer FINALLY
Her mother told me to hold on....
"one moment please"
CLICK!!!
Call back....
May I speak to.......Rach.....
No you have the wrong number...
CLICK!!!
So it wasn't her....
laid up in a hospital bed near death
my former friend....
in another state
second guessing her choices
It was not her....
It was not her....
It so wasn't fucking her....
Why do I give a shit?
The CLICKS
reminiscent of the way she left me
On the street without a ride
to score some more
to score some more
to score some fucking MORE!!!
(at least a year ago ......haven't spoken since)
Yet I'm still standing on that curb
Caring about
What
??
Who
??
Not the person I knew....
the one I once loved....
the one that tempted me with the taboo
lure of a woman
I would have....
you know
she was beautiful
her soul was awash in this wondrous light
She was going somewhere...
She was moving in the same light as the angels.
Artist... sweet spirit
Turned twisted and angry
Tweaked for days and days and days and days and days
Evicted I heard
lost track
changed cells
changed friends...
even the tweakers don't speak
to the tweaker
She's lost.....
in the same city as I
Yet traveling some obscure road
covered in brush
I couldn't find the entrance
to track her
if I tried.
I wanted to be her....
at some weak point
Now I only wish
that she'd be herself
If that is
she could find herself
amid the baggies, straws, mirrors,
magazines and whatever else it is she can cut a bump on
You're worth so much more than this
my friend......