'it's a lonely world out there'
the city pulse
you already know
how it ends
or do you
some nights
alone doesn't mean
lonely
ticking tock
click clock
cold lips on colder glass
some nights
you don't need wings
to fly
a jump and a thump
tall buildings and
taller walls
who will save us
from ourselves
when the lights are out
to get us
Labels: f: freeform, f: poem, l: english
Thursday, 13 October 2016 @ 01:00
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