Park Bench
And it feels like the world's dying
But only for me on the inside
And this is like a butterfly in a storm
Such beauty swept and blown away
The smiles of the people pertrude in the dark
The faces aren't seen and the grins aren't real
Lightheaded but my body keeps sinking lower
lungs dried up from all the coughing
people walk past and see cigars in my hand
drunken eyes are shown the way by simple lies
No matter what skin is shed or what hair is cut away
I still smell you taste you breath you but can't see you
Sit on a bench I let the cold sink in my bones
Numbness has already filled me I wonder if it shows?
Two more drags then the embers are stomped away
I try to include my worries and pains in the minute blaze
Another day a painting I've brushed on my face for them to see
Another day I think it's easier for it to just fade away
Copyright © Gordon Joe Orton Kyle Ralston | Year Posted 2011
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