Long nights,
And summer rain.
Bright lights,
On empty streets.
Same old sights,
I won't compain.
We were never socialites,
Just souls of aesthetes,
Kissing at stoplights.
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Socialites- socially prominent people
Aesthetes- people with a sensitivity to the beauty of nature and art
YOU ARE READING
Opus
Randoma collection of poems and half-poems really more of a place to express my feelings I guess
