Kiss the tarmac.
Fall in love with the highway,
city lights, screaming roads,
the high life. This is what we wanted,
right?
Kiss the concrete.
Train tracks like heartlines,
throw us down the same lives,
overworked bees, overcrowded hive.
This is what we wanted,
right?
Kiss the glass.
Cut our lips on
cloud diamonds,
cut-out dreams
manufactured
in magazines,
evaporated
into wisps
in the mist
we can't see.
This is what we wanted, right?
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spectrum // poetry
Poetrya multicoloured view of the world we live in. dive in with me, let's explore the rainbows.
