Sometimes , I miss the sound of humans in the night
The gentle thrum of electricity
And voices between them purely
The sky shows none other than polluted light.
I don't know what I'm doing here in slight.
It's been a while. I only have the ability
To move my world. I miss the bright
Sometimes I miss the sound of humans in the night.
Love is no butter feeling, blue or bloody,
If I am ever to overthink, I have one wish
Back then I wish I'd chosen wisely.
I wonder how many people know their life is like this
Renting times, renting a body.
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sonnets.
Poetryhere's a collection of sonnets i have written . sonnet 1 - benten burning A poem based heavily on Jet Set Radio's Benten district - an area famous for its nightlife and entertainment while the other half takes inspiration from Hong Kong on gorillaz...
