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Bottles in brown bags clutter along the fence.
the citys inner chambers call to me even now.
The human relics the walking forgotten beaten by life.

The gutters tressures collect the remains
of another misspent night.
The air smells  of treachery a tinge of regret.

Why she huants my  heart a flawless escape.
we can leave but we take that moments sealed  plessure.
Silk encounters hash pavment of a empty embrace.

The old fool who's birthday he relives
only in hope for change.
I celebrate the ignored embracethe strange.

I wonder do young lovers dreams sail
out into that skyline eternal and free.
Or crash into reallitys rocks.
Leaving them jaded and bitter as me?

The bottle the lips you know better
than the once warm flesh.
Would she reconize the monster.
Or see the sad and helpless mess.

Apon the steps a bottle between perfect strangers and new
best friends.
Passed thoughts lost moments.
A busy streetlight on a empty road.

The hopeless and the charmed exist ina strange harmony
of the citys strange and beautiful tune.

I wonder will I ever know you again?
The angel with demonic lust.
Dreams are a blessing the curse is
only to pretend.

Farwell midnight hello darkness
dusk and sunsets of a yerning heart.
Apon that bench by the the water.
Watching the paper lanterns glow.
As in lost souls they so peacefully depart.
The canvas  dark and  painfilled of lifes mistakes
Sometimes shows the brightest colors
Hannah Oct 2023
Sitting across of me,
reading a book I will never see.
She will never know
how much she means to me.

For an hour or four,
we will talk
take a nice walk.
Nothing more.
And I would love
to play the game,
but it ain’t mine.

Just writing another song,
my love is a river long.
A river that goes in endless circles.
I think I don’t need someone
I just need you.

All of me,
I would give it to you
freely.

Listening to you,
to your words
they move me.
And I try to engrave them
into my memory.
Little tressures.
Wish I yould tell,
you of the spell
I am under.

Oh I surrender
it all to you.

One day you asked me,
if I ever was in love,
how deep.
And I cannot lie
it was, it is as deep
as all of the oceans.
But I still can’t
tell you.

You will never be
mine.

Still you have
all of me.

I surrender
it all to you.
My heart
my very soul,
all yours.

Oh I wish
I could play the game,
but it ain’t mine.

I surrender
all my thoughts
around you
I have given up.

Sitting across of you,
watching you I have such
a good mood.
And she will never know
how much she means me.

— The End —