- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Crowded Street
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I, feel the eyes watching me
As I walk alone
Down the crowded street
Down the crowded street
I see the sun in the sky
I feel the rain on my cheek
As I walk alone I can hear my feet
Walking down the streets alone
I feel the wind through my hair
As I walk alone down the crowded street
And I sing my song in the crowded street
Alone Alone
Is it the way I talk or the way I walk
That makes me feel so alone
And I don’t know why it makes me cry
On the crowded street alone
I know I shouldn’t moan to be alone
But it makes me cry and I’m not sure why
All I do know is that I love you so
But you’re not here now on this crowded street
I turn to you to say something sweet
But I forget you’re not on this crowded street
This crowded street, being the crowded world
Inside my crowded mind, inside my very soul.
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