2AM boulevards <br />Bathe me in lonely headlights. <br />My soul is broken <br />Like the crumbling pavement <br />Beneath my feet. <br /> <br />Tonight, the homeless <br />Are hidden out of sight <br />And the sweetest prostitutes <br />Have found their johns. <br /> <br />There is nothing left but me <br />Wandering the same streets <br />That grew weary of me <br />Long ago. <br /> <br />Perhaps, I will fall asleep <br />In a hopeful cemetery <br />And dream about a time <br />When I was still alive.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sweetest-prostitutes/
