My dark friends
A street built with tears and sensations, lively people, noises, busy vendors rushing the sun to rise and wash the night away.
I'm the man behind the mask, my dear.
How could you see me?
The sun will never deceive me, and her Ray won't reveal my disguise.
My street is built with tears, and I'm watching everyone.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesiaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
