Poetry · Writing

Graffiti

Standing in the middle of the street

not knowing right or wrong

chasing the dreams we never knew

something was different, yet nothing new.

Time to kill

was always an illusion

time stood still

and now we never will.

Writing our names along the building side

no place will our hearts be able to hide

I remember how I’ve always wanted to grow old

and now we never will.

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