5 Green, 2 Blue
The pain of this riff is burning
My chest
Cold water won’t sooth
Kind words either
Burning anxiousness
Two cops smile and chat
She cleans around the milk container
Red flowers on the white dress
They live ordinary
Baiting me
Crisis- panic
Yellow ceiling
Brick floor
Cold water in between
She is so damn sweet
And people say I’m funny
Two girls talked about
Shoes
On the train and I wanted to
Scream.
Shoes, texting and war
Today could be historic
Leaning legs on a chair
Hold until the day they
Slip out and we fell
Back to the brick.
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