I stare at the pavement
Hang my head in shame
Blamed for my entertainment.
I kissed another girl
So it would seem
By the warmth
The lack thereof
Of her shoulder.
Shunned and too stunned
In the tingling leisure
To fight with my treasure
Over something I've done.
It is a pain that my girl
Gets jealous of Mary Jane.
I love her
But sometimes I like to burn
And for this I am scalded, scolded
Beholding a night pushed away
From her light,
Beholding the grey pavement
On a crisp autumn morning.
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