I've replayed the many times;
walking down the streets with you
and us, sitting next to a river.
Maybe because water is calming, so are you;
to me.
That night, I watched the river glistened,
under the city lights and it was,
ebbing and flowing.
Like my heart,
under your traffic lights.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC
I've replayed the many times;
walking down the streets with you
and us, sitting next to a river.
Maybe because water is calming, so are you;
to me.
That night, I watched the river glistened,
under the city lights and it was,
ebbing and flowing.
Like my heart,
under your traffic lights.
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