Good Evening
Cornered in my searchFor the X marks the spot
Oh broken heart
Will you pick yourself up
Sitting on my rooftop
Watching neon buses fly by
Dusk seems to strike the most chords
How creatively arranged
A couple doubts flit away with the sun
The music is dulled next to my thoughts
I'm glad because everything looks a little golden
Even the things I don't know
posted by Unknown @ 10:14 PM
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