two a.m.,
the chill in the air
circles like a nightmare.
sitting on the roof,
i'm waiting for a star to shoot
in hopes of a better way out.
the night sky
is as ugly and empty
as i am, a warm tear
drys windblown
because i know
you deserved more.
Gino's Sites
Urban Legends About Gino
- Warrior Poet NY
- I am Everywhere at Once
I welcome all comments, criticisms, and discussions. Since I moved over all my old comments are gone.
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