Sunday, October 14, 2012

Nowhere to be found

This is our city.
The concrete moon illuminates our deepest scars.
And the stars, each one shines bright for every love that was in vain.

I walk these seemingly empty roads.
A short story is all I’m left with.

“There once was a boy whose age was eleven,
who once got a taste and he thought it was heaven.

That boy got greedy; young as he was, he got flattered.
He fell off his cloud, his mind then just scattered.

There once was a girl that swallowed the pieces
forever she cried for the boy that she misses”

The story ends. The roads remain empty. I go home.