my horizon
affected by your memories
standing here
this dirty city
stretching before me
feeling your breath in my ear
i am trying hard
very hard
closing my eyes
touching the cold glass
trying to reconcile
your past with my present
i am here
i swear i am here
if i were you
i would hold on to me tighter
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
This Dirty City
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