Spitter spatter
In the rain
The gutter cries
In the empty city
Of dreams lost
Washed away
Down the gutter
I see her face
Or was it just a memory
So clear
That I thought I saw her
She was
Youthful
Her skin soft and glowing
I wish
I could reach out to
Remind her
Of everything important
The last time I saw her
She was hollow
torn at the seams
Mind spilled across the bleak sidewalk,
She was strewn and scattered
Torn and tattered
Scab city
Do you not remember
The soft dance
Of your honey heart?
Why are you here?
How did you end up here,
With a heart so wide?
You let yourself
Get thrown out
reduced
diminished
garbage.
How I wish
I could reach out
And touch her
Hug her
Hold her
and
I tried
But it was
Just a melting mirage
Of what once was
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC
Spitter spatter
In the rain
The gutter cries
In the empty city
Of dreams lost
Washed away
Down the gutter
I see her face
Or was it just a memory
So clear
That I thought I saw her
She was
Youthful
Her skin soft and glowing
I wish
I could reach out to
Remind her
Of everything important
The last time I saw her
She was hollow
torn at the seams
Mind spilled across the bleak sidewalk,
She was strewn and scattered
Torn and tattered
Scab city
Do you not remember
The soft dance
Of your honey heart?
Why are you here?
How did you end up here,
With a heart so wide?
You let yourself
Get thrown out
reduced
diminished
garbage.
How I wish
I could reach out
And touch her
Hug her
Hold her
and
I tried
But it was
Just a melting mirage
Of what once was
