These streets smell like your's
it's like I can see us
children
walking them
like a princess
and a prince
of our own little land
these streets smell like your's
and there we are
inbetween the after rain
orange aura in the sky
my hand in your's
lending me to impurity
but a smile one my face
and a skip in my heart
These streets smell like your's
when I walked them alone
like a stranger at a party
like a broken soul
like a rejected doll
WHY AM I YOUR TORN UP DOLL?
Did I ever tell you?
These streets
they smell like your's
Author notes
A free verse (obvously).
I don't want to talk about it.
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