He walked up to me with his heart on his sleeve
Asking, "Where'd we go wrong on the way"
For I've wandered the city and oh it's a pity
I told him that's true with cities like ours;
Cities of footprint and phones
It could be only me and the wild open sea
And I still wouldn't feel as alone
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Erin Hanson Poems
PoetryA collection of Erin Hanson poems, which you can find on her website, tumblr, or instagram: @thepoeticunderground (disclaimer: i am NOT the original author of these poems. i am simply a fan who decided to compile them into a wattpadd story)
