A poem

[katiecometrue_]

music turned up loud to hide the polution of the city...a constant black stream of force interrupted with blocks of grey and an occassional disillusion of life pushes me.. the water eventually soaks into every strand of fabric of my pants..and that is what made it that much more difficult. the day turned into night..street lights glistening,

Comments

[smurf_song]

Haha, you spelled jealousy wrong, but I love your poem. It is very good.