"Bada"
“Bada”
deciding is such a consuming
idea, whom to include in whatever
you cannot feel
I have lived and wandered in alleys
of black, died more than once, in
order to grow back, into the motherless
soul who loves her, with all of his heart,
loving is a decision, mostly without
reason, or hope of the touching of the
return key, no reciprocation, nothing but
more alleys and dead ends to explore,
some useless streets convince themselves
that they are beautiful cul-de-sacs, where
beautiful men make love to beautiful ladies
© Sam Hyde
09-24-09
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