I felt like falling down,
Thinking I might drown.
Never thaught you were the reason,
But I felt the change of season.
It got colder and the colors changed,
Who would believe me they lie in my face,
Calling me out, looking to much per day,
Screaming and begging to let them go away.
Murmured in the street of my case,
I saw them, helpless and scared in the light of day.
My hands fiddled, my legs numb,
How could I let you go and be so dumb.
Not to make the things that played in my mind,
It's the kind you wouldn't mind.
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
