City Chaos

Sunshine through the sky’s grayness,

Like daggers of light across the clouds.

Graffiti on the walls, a slipping

Sunday evening.

Your name

Wrapped around my neck, like tight hands

I cannot reject — a rope made of ifs and maybes

.

Alone in the big metropolis,

Facing the last blank canvas —

A white wall and too many people

I could never love

Come and go, forever, in an endless cycle

.

ML

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