by June Navida

Created on: March 27, 2009

He stood alone amongst the crowd;

Seeing the whispers spoke aloud.

Barren soul sifting the unknown;

Searching for nothing to atone.

His mind speak of blank wild dream

Beating the raptured solemn scream.

He cast upon me his sad gaze.

I felt the shame in me go blaze.

What is it that you want to see;

Find longing within twisted me?

The sly probing I cannot stand.

Emotions meekly going bland.

I am nobody's captured prize;

But there's something about your eyes...

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