Will you read my poem and c/c?

My only comment is that you could give a name to one of the characters in the poem.

It would be possible to expand it and give it more story like elements. But what you have is very good.

Keep on writing, thinking outside the box.

Backstreets by Bruce Springsteen

One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends

Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in

Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth

Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat

And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

With a love so hard and filled with defeat

Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing

Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings

Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring

In the deep heart of the night we cut loose from everything

to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets

Terry, we swore we'd live forever, takin' on them backstreets together.

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears up off the streets dressed down in rags

Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying

At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying

Blame it on the lies that killed us

Blame it on the truth that ran us down

You can blame it all on me Terry

It don't matter to me now

When the breakdown hit at midnight

There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away

Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest

Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness

Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see

Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be

And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest

Stranded in the park and forced to confess

To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end.

Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

I liked your description and how you gave life to emotion. The constant push and pull between good and evil..