She was an old soul
Dressed in velvet red
Drinking wine glass
Smoking cigarettes
And he was too young
The world at his feet
His home the dirty street
And the bright city
That's why they didn't belong
No matter how much
Their love was strong,
So their bonds
Broke.
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Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
