Thursday, June 16, 2011

alone in the croud. . . poem 19


I am just another person a person in the crowd
 you could not tell witch one was me if the lights went out
you say I am amazing I’m just a shade of gray
 one just like the others nothing special nothing extraordinary
 I’m just another person a person in the crowd
and if we were to meet you'd turn and leave me
standing all alone again
 alone in the crowd

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