Her skin is full of holes, and she's ***** by the dawn on a daily basis; wandering the midnight streets of this broken City. Her feet are calloused and raw. That once tough heart is soft now, looking for love in the rabid faces of evil. Seagulls still fly into cars, and spiders spin webs in the dark. Abandoned houses have become her home and her soul aches for someone to hold. Sometimes, dreams float by, like a dragonfly on a soft breeze.
"Get out," I was told. "Leave my sight" I packed a bag. "Just leave" I rode off. "Come back" I was chased. "I love you" My bike was taken. "You can't leave" I'm crying. Your arms hold no comfort for me.
My parents say they love me... Is love chasing somebody away from their home and taking their bike?
Crowds are everywhere, Busy transportation, It's about to rain; I'm still walking alone, I don't have any idea Where to go— Raindrops started pouring, What do I do now? Where do I go? My home is gone, They leave me at six What do I do in this busy street?