#citylove
Тело проснется к трём ночи —
На тебя я спящую кончу...
И пойду строчить поэмы
Своими руками очень.
А ты не бери в голову,
Да, спи у меня сколько хочешь,
Бери с рассветом на рот —
Время кормить Тамагочи.
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
I didn't know when I'd see you again,
Four years loved and lost,
Right here.
Every time I leave,
I leave a part of myself behind.
My old self lived here.
Can I learn to love you again?
I watched lives get lost living here,
I lost friends and family here.
I cried and screamed here.
I watched people get married,
I saw relationships begin.
I laughed and smiled here.
No matter how far,
You never leave my heart.
Life took a turn,
And now I'm here.
I'm ready for my next move,
I can see myself growing old here.
But I also dream of leaving here.
The time has come,
The streets glow in the winter sun.
Auld Reekie, how I missed you.
It's good to be back with you.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
I’ve been walking down the city streets,
wild night life running on disco feet.
I hear you with every step I take,
the loud cement cannot take your place.
Rushing blood in cracked bones,
your body was my home,
an avenue not of my own.
But people change with the weather-
saying the sun will make them better,
but 3 straight days of rain just left us
wetter than ever.
4 am reflections in the puddles of what
we used to be, imitations of you and me,
I’m so sick of reliving our tainted history.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
Coffee blotched wool woven seats
Impassive solidarity on your ***
Dank rapidness
Screeching scream let loose as we transend
Through bleak blackness
Thoughts stream
"Wisdom teeth dont make you any brighter"
"But Starbucks coffee makes my stomach..."
...turn left
Stale air in my every crevasse
The doors to the train open
Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places
Those weary may rest on, float on
Shallow jolted perfume
As cucumber melon intoxication erupts
On undetermined destinations
Aspiring poets gaze
Out into the open world of
Twinkling city stars
On curved paths
On dipped forks in the road
"All passengers must exit"
Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places
Those weary return home
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC