Comments about Uriah Hamilton
A Stranded Girl On A Friday Night
She was weeping when we met
Outside a party store
Where the lonely purchase their wine;
Her boyfriend had left her behind
All sad and lost after a fight,
Most likely, about inconsequential things.
I picked her up, half out of human kindness,
Half to be beside a female body
Despite how red and unhappy her face.
She was a beautiful girl in a simple way,
She wore a plain flowery dress
With some charming appeal I can’t explain.
She tried to express in broken sentences
Why she and her boyfriend were upset;
I mostly heard tears and my boyfriend ...
I need a flowery-path destination,
an escape from unhappy solitary confinement
in a personal space of negativity.
Somewhere there is immense sunlight
and a summer park filled with laughter
and beautifully sweet people falling in love.
I want a landscape of plush trees