These dark streets
my quiet friend
empty alone
waiting,listening
they understand
they sit quiet
don't ask why
don't judge, stand solid
let me cry
these dark streets
roads travelled upon
warm, weathered
bruised but calm
these windy roads
and days are long
I sit quiet
try not to ask why
His right hand,
hold me solid
and let me cry
1 comment:
hi sweet girl, let me join you on those streets and we'll cry together. i love you, have an amazing day.
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