You talk of love
like you've been deficient of it.
You sing of New York
as if it were in your veins.
You paint the sky blue
like no one ever has.
Your eyes bleed pain
like struggle is all you've seen.
You smile to subside the hurt.
You wear pretty shoes
hoping the walk would be easier.
You love like nobody else ever.
You love like you want to be loved.
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YOU ARE READING
𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌
PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells