A breath of air,
A brand new stench,
Another figure,
On a bench.
Far too clouded,
For the stars,
The scent if whiskey,
So many bars.
The scraping feet,
The honking horns,
This many people;
Scoffs and scorns.
Another night,
In a city place,
Where you are just...
Another face.
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I know I post alot of things about pain and hurt and loss. But I look at the world around me, and its goddamn breathtaking.
The air is slow and close The usual cool evening blush is heavy. (Further weights upon our shoulders). The peal of bells- Wedding, at this hour- Or maybe marking of that, I am not sure.
He has a pavements for a mattress And his pillow: his own crooked arm.
Daisy at the door Of the high rise flats: Surviving, it seems, On air and concrete. Tender beauty Made of impossible tenacity Surviving in the fag-ends, Glass and johnnies.
#nightdwellers A pale silvery full moon resides over the pale night sky, It's iridescent glow reflects on the river setting a romantic scene for lovers as they pass by.
Wake me up with morning rain. As I walk these streets that all look the same. Dry my skin on the days first train. Same bystanders, different names. Wishing hard for something good. Curse my luck.
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