Empty Streets.
As I walk in the ashes of what once was our love-
around the blackness sits a lonesome dove,
busy city streets with no one around-
only litter blowing in the wind and
falling to the ground,
memories echo from places we once sat-
still shots of you in that hat,
on the other side of that building over there just around the corner-
my feature lye's yet I walk away from
love a foreigner.
Copyright © Michael Romero | Year Posted 2007
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