It's a cold empty room
And you're all alone
The walls are too close
The t.v drumming vague cartoons.
It's a Friday night and everyone's out
Brightly laughing, dancing, smiling and loving
You can't tear your eyes off of Mickey mouse
the pictures of the screen soaking out.
The rug is dusty but you lie there anyway
Roadrunner's lucky; Coyote is desperate.
Which one are you?
The blessed or unfortunate?
The air is stagnant, the stars are dim
Did you take your medicine?
It's Friday night and everyone's out
You can't tear your eyes off of Mickey the mouse
- Icy-temper
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PoetryYou wanted a poem I gave you mine I'm all alone In my own mind. You looked for a poem And you found mine My heart is stone My eyes are crying. You found my poems They aren't just mine You're also alone With a heart that's trying... WARNING :...
