Walking on the streets
I used to know
In the cold night's winter air
Stepping back in time
to see if I
could recapture those
moments I lost there
In that tall oak
of baren arms uplifted
Where once kisses were freely gifted
And the cracks
in the sidewalks
makes me wonder
did I break a back
Way back when
When I claimed
these lands as
mine
Now I am a ghost
of what I was before
Without merit
Disinherited
The cold my constant
companion
A bank of ever
widening cracks
The cold
is hungry for
my heart
It demands my soul
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
Walking on the streets
I used to know
In the cold night's winter air
Stepping back in time
to see if I
could recapture those
moments I lost there
In that tall oak
of baren arms uplifted
Where once kisses were freely gifted
And the cracks
in the sidewalks
makes me wonder
did I break a back
Way back when
When I claimed
these lands as
mine
Now I am a ghost
of what I was before
Without merit
Disinherited
The cold my constant
companion
A bank of ever
widening cracks
The cold
is hungry for
my heart
It demands my soul
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