Quiet streets of broken dreams
A cry stolen behind closed doors
That no one heard
That everyone ignored
A whisper, a rumour
Running underneath the shiny smiles
Is it her? Was it him?
Quiet illusions fading
As one day the sun stopped shining
And the night reign supreme
In a broken heart
Shattered dreams on busy streets
Full glasses emptied on gossip
Her eyes drowned in despair
Her blood spilled on our shame
Napowrimo day 10
I have been to many places searching for myself. But the greatest journey of all is the one I started within myself. There lies the most beautiful light, music and colours one can expect.
Welcome within, with great respect and love! A.