The Amp (Sketch)

Beautiful little colors
Parabolic lines tracing across
neon signs stretching over
Cold eclectic pathways
With eyes immersed
And intentionally
entirely focused
on one’s own person
And where a warm body
Organic and clashing
Sits on the windowsill staring
Down at frigid slab of pavement
A conflicted and beautiful
Flowering emotion
Emits from the heartbeat
Of a lost little creature
Finding itself in a tiny room
Paperthin metallic and dim
Lascivious sounds emitting near
And clean lines drawn across her arms
And climbing and soothing cramped
Legs can’t stretch her eyes compromise
As she plays with a pale simple
humanoid figure
That gives her hope
Against the distant
Wheels spin out on the ground
Floor a friendless ballad
And painful blood daily
Unspoken tears