There's "smog" in this city
We close our doors, lock them up
Outside is broken beauty
But oh dear, it makes our eyes burn
But we're selfless, romantic people
We like to tear things apart
And convince ourselves
That glue will stick them back together
I fear, you fear, we all fear
But oh, we are fearless people
Darling, what if the day is coming
Where the smog doesn't clear up
And our eyes burn
And the broken beauty asks us
About what we have done
Darling, what is the day is coming
Where the smog doesn't clear up
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
