crossroads
the air unfolding, organic and obscene
rip the sin out of my skin
and believe it is satin
violet in vices, red in romance
pure, and by chances
just let us dance
hold my head to see the blinded
hold my arm to fight the poor
i have been here once before
i have been here once before
July, split and enchanting
the heat, the sun forsaken
sometimes, it is hard to argue
which one is the road
not taken.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on May 14, 2007.
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nice job i like it!