I sense the common
Before they judge...
A here.
Ink and a vibe
Near creeps
Carrying thoughts about thoughts
Of tears, love, kisses, and
Subjects so deep.
Why go so far?
Would heaven choose this
To find who I are?
Haven't moved,
Permanent as a paint can.
Cells sits, left after sales...
Not used.
Rode to the next game,
Still there.
A bandage from the beginning,
It looked like pleasure,
It looks like pain.
Frowns...
From mother and father.
All that hard work
Up in flames.
Now unrecognizable,
Says, "I'm still the same."
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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