running down the stone paths
winding through the city,
our city,
the one that bleeds our soul
and sings our spirit.
we dance and shout,
kicking in the thunderstorm,
swearing at the skies
and cursing everyone.
damn, it felt nice
to finally let go.
we made promises.
never remember the past
and keep going on.
i'll be there,
somewhere,
even if it's not for another fifty years.
the little droplets of rain
catch on your nose,
working their way down to your mouth,
which is saying these words.
oh, how you fail to realize
just how much you mean to me.
more than our curses.
more than our city.
more than our promises.
more than any word or action
i could ever say or do.
so i won't say it.
you already know.
YOU ARE READING
bits of life
Poetrya clutter of stories. updated as often as i can. 》started: 8-21-18《 rankings: #69 in poetry - 9-23-18 #35 in poems - 9-24-18 extra note: do NOT plagiarize any poems from this book! it is 100% my own work, and i put lots of time and effort into writ...
