Your image still sits
under the red traffic lights
On the other side.
And to watch you whilst
Dancing between the painted
Lines of pedestrian lane,
Your scent left me unmoved.
And to your unnoticed tears
That fell beneath the concrete.
To be chosen by your smile
might be the ugliest way to
Say goodbye to this ugly world.
We could both leave this place,
Cure you over the stars
And be at the moon but
You kissed the dust,
and bled the pavements -
And no one came to save us.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC
Your image still sits
under the red traffic lights
On the other side.
And to watch you whilst
Dancing between the painted
Lines of pedestrian lane,
Your scent left me unmoved.
And to your unnoticed tears
That fell beneath the concrete.
To be chosen by your smile
might be the ugliest way to
Say goodbye to this ugly world.
We could both leave this place,
Cure you over the stars
And be at the moon but
You kissed the dust,
and bled the pavements -
And no one came to save us.
