them girls on mars way far from our direction
hungry for true love they starve for our connection
spar for our attention, deny their hearts any peace
we are the tree they fall before, they are the many leafs
falling into a pile that makes them all things but Unique
Clustered speech, holding on to an emotional cliff
as their soul pokes fun at their heart's fingertips
they will never learn to let go, just linger with
a want of all things you must not want to get
Byron Cornell Ford II
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lounge-n-im-done-for-today-poemhunter/
