Down dark alleys
Which meanders deep in the midst of cities
One would find the best kind of people
Labelled as "outcasts".

It is down these dark alleys
Where the darkest thoughts are shared
Where the "taboos" of society can be found.  

Secrets shared are kept
Promises said, never broken.
The best things are shared amongst all
So is the worst.

Bustling with activities
Down the alleys
Warm smiles exchanged
Along with heartfelt feelings.

Dark alleys without light
Are aflame with love
That one can never find
In the hustle and bustle of a hectic city life.

Though poor in terms of material possessions,    
    They're rich with all the necessities,    
           That are needed to live a real life.        

(c.c)