5000 miles apart,
I keep getting torn.
In this city, invaded by breaths,
of those who haven't had a wake up call,
in a while.
I've been torn apart
But I was too high-
I didn't feel a thing.
I fly to escape.
But I'll never be lonely again.
In this city.
What can I be?
Make it fake, turn it real.
I will fade away, eventuality.
I won't let you fade away.
In this city,
invaded.
I'll get you through,
you'll never be lonely again.
I'm sorry, I got blinded,
by the lights.
Too many lights.
In this city.
Broken city.
What can you be?
5000 miles apart,
you got torn.
I'm forced to let you,
but maybe just for now.
We didn't have memories,
but I broke,
I broke,
I broke them.
I broke them,
I didn't feel a thing.
Let me take you high, up high.
They can't hurt you there.
I won't let you fade away.
Make it fake, turn it real.
We're surreal.
I'm sorry.
I haven't had a wake up call,
in a while.
You get high.
I'm forced to let you.
I've got nothing left.
In this city.
I wish I didn't feel a thing.
.
I'm pretty proud of this one, you might have to read it again to understand it? There's a lot of symbolism in it, maybe because it's a bit more personal.
It's a conversation, if you didn't know. You're gonna have to figure out the rest for yourself, give it your own meaning :)
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PoesiePoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
