the sky is dark and cloudless
as i walk through the streets
alone.
like a baby by itself
left in its crib.
like a flowerpot
with no flower.
there's something missing.
maybe
its that the night is starless
or that the street lights are all out.
maybe its my mind
because who else would walk around
alone
this late at night?
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
the sky is dark and cloudless
as i walk through the streets
alone.
like a baby by itself
left in its crib.
like a flowerpot
with no flower.
there's something missing.
maybe
its that the night is starless
or that the street lights are all out.
maybe its my mind
because who else would walk around
alone
this late at night?
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