Saturday, October 12, 2013


I was a neon sign announcing:
"here I am, someone who does not deserve to be treated well."
The more I advertised, the more they came
and basked in my neon glow...
watering my doubts and fears
on and on and on this would go
day after day, year after year
a thirsty soul, a neon red drought
until you came along and wiped away my tears
and turned my neon light out....