I feel like a blurry photo; black & white
Unclear, yet beautiful
On a quiet street.
Shiny with rain
Leaves scattered allover
reflection of streetlamps stinging my eyes
light sprayed though my vision
filtered by tears
magnifying the lights.
leaves blow, headlights string,
taking all hope along...
It's almost comforting how alone I feel.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 2:29 PM UTC
I feel like a blurry photo; black & white
Unclear, yet beautiful
On a quiet street.
Shiny with rain
Leaves scattered allover
reflection of streetlamps stinging my eyes
light sprayed though my vision
filtered by tears
magnifying the lights.
leaves blow, headlights string,
taking all hope along...
It's almost comforting how alone I feel.
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