Self

The earth was enveloped in her tears
But she walked above it all.
High on her wooden boardwalk
She loved so dearly
She walked through her ocean of tears
And they rose up
Making lonely cities
Ghost towns for her to escape in
To raid the dessert isle
Sneak into the movie theatre and play empty tapes
But she 
kept roaming
She loved her lonely boardwalk
She had her thoughts
And when they got too loud
She turned on the fans.
Big, wonderfull fans
To blow away the wind
But she kept them all to herself
And the people cried
'Oh, she's so beautiful, what a tragic little thing
All alone'
What a tragic little
Selfish thing
 

dogpoet

VT

17 years old

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