You're my source of poetry
from now on,
through my fingers you bleed
from now on,
its a city under siege
because you're my source of poetry
everywhere i glance
i see you
could it be
you see me too?
could it be
I've stolen parts of your soul
impressions like the wind
have taken a toll
impressions you left
when before my heart you tore
impressions you gave me
leaving me sore
everywhere i touch i feel you
could it be
you feel me too?
from now on,
its a blanket over the breeze
how do you inspire me with so much ease?
and how you leave me
you're such a tease
the city wont stop
it's under siege
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