Lounge'N(Im Done For Today Poemhunter) Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

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