A trace of bitterness In whose cold arms, the lovers Forget to go home.
Tag: sad
Roadside Exhaustion
Hoods hustle dark cars; Flowers shrink to skyscrapers. Doors close to mist and rain, Falling, Finding only cold cigarettes in Cold slums. It smokes the light of oncoming trucks Fighting roadside exhaustion.
Time
It wasn’t a matter Of life and death, It was much more Important than that. Time is an old, tired Looking creature But She appreciates the wait; Enduring those sad months When it seems everything is Broken.
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