August 24, 2019. 10:51 AM
A lot of things change
The lights, the streets
The cars, the names
But me, I'm always the same
My heart, my soul
They have no breaks
My words and pains
My art and daze
They never change
It blows and pours
My glasses, a blur
They make me see ghosts
My head doesn't know
The lights and streets
They're always alone
I try my best
To call them my home
My lazy heart
Can't handle the strokes
Life has given me all along
A chance to forgive and a chance to believe
A chance to live and never repeat
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Stuff I write
PoetryCollection of old and new written pieces from my notebooks.-IssyVaal
