that homeless man you passed
on the corner of king and bay
the one yelling furiously into the night
drove himself crazy missing a woman
who hasn’t thought about him
for three decades
the woman who stands behind the counter
filling prescriptions day in and day out
can’t think of anything she hates more
because it's what’s in those sealed bottles
that put her son in his coffin
at just nineteen
the man sitting in a maximum security cell
has run out of clean pages to write on
so he carves his love for a girl
he’s only spoken to once
into the wall with a bent nail
hoping and praying that one day
his words will reach her
a little boy sits on the curb
watering the grass with his tears
and wonders what it’s like to love
and what it’s like to be loved back
so when they tell you
there’s so much to be happy about
i’m not sure where they get that
because no matter where i go
all i see is sadness
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
that homeless man you passed
on the corner of king and bay
the one yelling furiously into the night
drove himself crazy missing a woman
who hasn’t thought about him
for three decades
the woman who stands behind the counter
filling prescriptions day in and day out
can’t think of anything she hates more
because it's what’s in those sealed bottles
that put her son in his coffin
at just nineteen
the man sitting in a maximum security cell
has run out of clean pages to write on
so he carves his love for a girl
he’s only spoken to once
into the wall with a bent nail
hoping and praying that one day
his words will reach her
a little boy sits on the curb
watering the grass with his tears
and wonders what it’s like to love
and what it’s like to be loved back
so when they tell you
there’s so much to be happy about
i’m not sure where they get that
because no matter where i go
all i see is sadness
