Your lives are much sweeter than mine,
triumphs mixed with parties,
action and crowds.
I can hear it when you speak up
despit your fear, agony, youth, or depression,
at least you drive
finding someone
or you paint your lips with color
smacking them on the cheek of a compadre.
You drink crap beer or wine
maybe you even smoke.
Vices.
Mine are long gone,
sacrificed.
You visit darkend, pulsing clubs
people know you
they even come up
honestly glad to see you,
you are embraced.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Your lives are much sweeter than mine,
triumphs mixed with parties,
action and crowds.
I can hear it when you speak up
despit your fear, agony, youth, or depression,
at least you drive
finding someone
or you paint your lips with color
smacking them on the cheek of a compadre.
You drink crap beer or wine
maybe you even smoke.
Vices.
Mine are long gone,
sacrificed.
You visit darkend, pulsing clubs
people know you
they even come up
honestly glad to see you,
you are embraced.
c. april 5, 2015
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