The claustrophobic feeling hasn't left.
My feet pound down the wet pavement,
Up the driveway,
Towards...
Towards the road...
Back to the streets again ("where we began" -nine in the afternoon ^_^)
Just another day.
The cars don't judge,
But the people do.
Or at least they would if they paid enough attention to the lost girl who sits on the side of the road,
In front of her house
Trying to get her life together.
The people don't know me,
But the cars do.
They know we have history.
We have history, this street and I.
I hate it, but we are the same, the two of us.
We can only take so much pressure... Before we crack under it.
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A/N no further explanation needed ^_^
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The Way I See It
PoetryThere's a little bit of good and a little bit of bad in all of us. But sometimes the bit of bad, is good, And the bit of good, is bad. The trick to knowing which is which is to do it wrong, and then you'll get it right. You'll get it eventually. ...
