I stood in the street
Watching the city pass by
Kaleidoscope dreams
The bright lights flashing
The sad song of traffic noise
The scent of decay
I was quite alone
Stranger among the thousands
Until I saw her
She cocked her cute head
The girl with the tangerine lips
Her timeless question
Why did she choose me?
How could I tell her story?
Whose daughter was she?
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Ooh..nice twist at the end...and the sad song of traffic noise..a sad poem Old Egg and it feels achingly real...as it must be for some...
ReplyDeleteStarted out so sad and then.....did you follow her
ReplyDeleteNot me, she was a lady of the night!
DeleteEvery woman, no matter how far she has fallen, is someone's little girl.
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