You kept me waiting, waiting.
Surrounded by the dark, dark.
In comes the light, light.
The lights, lights.
The dark sky, sky.
The gleaming stars, stars.
Then I see, see.
A way, way.
Up towards the sky, sky.
And in that moment, moment.
I can only see the midnight city, city.
That separates us, us.
From infinity.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Midnight City
PoesíaA short description of the many things we fear, love, and hate most.
