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Tim Eichhorn Jun 2016
The rusted belt is tight
in our hometown city.
Black smoke masks the lights
In one gaseous setting;
the permenant fitting
Of our hometown city

Trees exchange steel
In our hometown city.
You’ve never seen the wheels
churn and the deals burnt
In the factories that take pity
On the nitty-gritty of our
Own hometown city.

The last laughs with us
In our hometown city
We don’t’ ride the Cali bus,
But yea, I'd say we are witty,
cause al'the prettiest girls
Live in our hometown city.

The river’s been burnt
In our hometown city.
Yea we’ve learned a lot
From our own ad(e)missions;
And now, clinics fill prescriptions
in ourown hometown city

In my own hometown city
We’re slicker than you,
Even though our York’s isn’t new…
Why? Watch my city revive in
Front of your eyes- then ask me;
Why is this your hometown city?
CLEVELAND
ghostgirl Feb 2019
Don't stop telling me that I'm pretty,
that you have a great time with me.
That I'm funny and smart and I can achieve anything I want.
Don't stop telling me how beautifuly my laugh sound or how soft my hair is.
Tell me you also don't understand
the world and that we're on ourown.
Tell me we can fly.
Spread our hands,
jump on wind and fly.
Please, tell me that magic is possible.

Because if you do I won't believe it.
Don't stop whispering me kindly words,
even though I push you away.
Make me believe everything will be allright.
Just don't tell me you love me.
Because I couldn't love you back.

— The End —