As long as this city shines
We will be along with the street lights
Pretending to be found
yet so lost
in the middle of our broken road
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoetryAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
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As long as this city shines
We will be along with the street lights
Pretending to be found
yet so lost
in the middle of our broken road
