Fell to meet an outstretched hand
Reluctantly take it, look into deep brown eyes
Shirt is torn, brown, no recognizable brand
I smile, and blush, but he only sighs
I read his life, in that moment we met
A life of drugs, sex, alchohol and lies
His arms were red were the scars hadn't set
The stains on his cheeks tell how often he cries
His face wore an expression I'd never forget
Sadness and longing, mixed with a smile
He had a pained soul, and a creative outlet
"My name is Mark, I see you around once in a while"
We'd end up together and I had fate to blame
So I reclaimed my hand and told him my name
OUTSTANDING WORK
I like the way you have preserved the Shakespearean form while loosening the imabic line! Bravo!
Starward