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Jun 2011
I swear I dwelt alone
Amongst a million other faces
In a city full of every opportunity
I cannot attain

I suppose you’ve found a native-born foreigner
And you’ve stopped by long enough
to hear
A voice too quiet speak…

I’m not anything phenomenal,
Black jacket-clad with a caged-up heart
I suppose you’ve found a kindred soul,
Just a stranger in a familiar land.

Tell me again why you are here?
I’ve heard every other reason,
They all end the same…
Fifteen years I’ve lived cold
and alone
With patches of warmth that
Only faded away.

Would you mind staying here,
my dear only friend?
I have empty ears that hunger for
words.
I have empty hands that clutch for
warmth.
An empty heart that could use your
touch, but
A mouth so full, they stitched it shut,
a tongue overflowing with words.
A brain that defied them, so they
Called it dumb, but
Could you please stay
and listen?
Alyssa Rose Evans
Written by
Alyssa Rose Evans  Dayton, OH
(Dayton, OH)   
967
   Honey Crown
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