I saw you walking down the street.
Hustling around the crowds,
To find the girl you said you'd meet.
I innocently stood right nearby,
kinda discreet.
The bar is wild in celebration,
You see her and in your face glows elation.
The biting wit stands within
feet of me,
I would leave,
But I sense there is something to see.
Something to end this and set me free.
She is a walking contradiction.
A character not even warranted for fiction.
With a mouthful of useless diction.
She can be picked apart,
Split into pieces like my aching heart.
Looking at the sky which now
is pink,
I order another drink just so I can think.
Good thing there are strangers who say hello.
Who wake each day with a mind so mellow.
And see the sun setting as more than no longer yellow.
I finally see that projections
of who you are,
Linger everywhere even when you're afar.
Pictures paint the scene,
Ironically saying what you really mean.
My soul is blue and I don't
know what to do.
And once again these outsiders help me lose my sight.
Falling off the asinine path of this futile plight.
It's ok, don't you worry, I'll be all right.
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