empty streets.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The city feels clean this time of night.
Just empty streets and me walking home to clear my head.
I know it came as no surprise.
I'm affected more than I had guessed on what was said.
If the smile's not meant to be.
If the heart's not ready to open.
If we make it I won't see how it's broken.
It's the quiet time before the dawn.
And I'm half past making sense of it, was I wrong?
Should I claim to give it all.
In a world where not much ever seems to last long.
how its broken.
