Alone

Alone I sit here, scenic beauty
I feel special, in the moody
Empty desks around me, the smell of something new
Wishing it surrounds me, in hopes of empty too

Alone I sit, quiet I hear
I feel lonely, no one here
Surrounded by the emptiness, for me there is no sweet caress
And all within’ any of this, for me an empty room to dress

4-6-04

by Jesse Tampa

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