They kick me to the curb.
Then walk away,
Leave me bruised,
To sit there with.
My head between my knees,
Abandoned.
You step out of the dark.
Into my own special
Circle of brightness cast
By the street light.
Touch my hands that
Are tangled in my hair.
Help me up and make
Me feel safe again.

06/04/2005

Posted on 06/05/2005
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