Why Was It Me
Cry with flustered eyes.
Land on powdered faces.
Struck where beauty lies.
Misery is what she embraces.
Walking upon inanimate ash.
God hears her yearning.
Where right and wrong clash.
Trouble at every turning.
Drop a few holy coins.
In her incessant depression.
Her never-ending disconnection;
and with her morose expression,
Our feeling is mutual.
She washes away,
With the night's aftermath.
Where human trash lay.
She leads a different path.
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