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I was not born here, This place of bright lights and noise This bustling place whose floors come alive. I was born in a place of dirt and silence,
By W i n d ō NYC5 years ago in Poets
Am I wrong? Remembering you so fondly Trying to go back to that time Hearing echoes of sweet words you spilled I fall to my knees uselessly covering my eyes
Lungs fill to the brim Letting in all the sin Drowning down below I always knew this is how I'd go Like a rush, you can’t control
We walked on uneven grounds Looking up at the same sky Extending our longing lonesome palms Their blank faces desperately craving for a warm breath
Sometimes, we're not as we imagine ourselves to be. There can be toxic traits in which we possess but refuse to see. As much as I want to be good I act in contrast with the way I behave,
Because my body is different from yours I cannot fly like a bird Because my worries are heavier than yours I cannot fly like a bird
Hello hello little tiny broken heart Do you remember the feeling of being in love? I, a brain, do not but surely you must!
