searching for some reassurance that the footsteps I'm taking lead to something...tired of wondering how the next page will look, when love is tepid but trust is true.
missing
the sure thing
bring inside something unknown hoping it will change you for the better
the busy streets, people who have places to go, me i'm just sitting looking out the window watching the show, go, swiftly by
wish I had a cigarette, to sit atop the roof and stare at lady liberty....feigning to be free but just like me stuck in cement to this island. the island where I've come to fall in love...
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