Saturday, 11 October 2014

Streets

Down the street
on the corner
I feel that heartbeat
of the place I left

Turn again and wander
finding heartbeats
that are a bit fonder
like that place I saw

The streets are quiet at nights
nobody wants to walk them
but nothing's out to give frights
they just fear finding the beat

Of that place we have all been
though we never wanted to go
that vile place we've all seen
where the only heartbeat... is your own

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