gunfire ;; poetry

leather

Back in the old day, I was known as public enemy.

Girl in the shadows, leather jacket and mind games.

Let's forget the history, may it be a mystery.

An innocent smile had never ever killed nobody.

Dark streets were the place that I called home.

A lonely sound of rain always made me feeling calm.

I came here not knowing what to do or what to think,

My mind was telling me to go back home to dirty streets.

But I have burned the past, my daddy's mistakes aren't me.

Its time to see the light since you haven't seen the best of me.