the city is not what it used to be,
a graveyard in need of new life.
if i ever see them around i swoon,
ghosts of my past, do they exist?
my one and only friend,
keeps me on the right track now.
there are better things to know,
better things to come,
and better things to recall.
i don't miss a single thing,
i want things the way they are.
if i get what i want i keep it,
and i fight until my hands bleed.
wanna get into that fight with me?
be prepared to leave it bruised.
once robbed of what was almost mine,
i'm not getting thieved of what is.
i'm not as clueless as i used to be,
you have no clue about me.
this match can't wait to ignite,
and you can be certain that it will.
YOU ARE READING
feelz
Poetry💫 Hope for the future mixed with frustration, longing, melancholic nostalgia and realization. A whirlwind of feelings or - "feelz". . . 💫 ♡ (I take no credit for the images used, only the lyrics are mine) ♡