Quiet streets of broken dreams
A cry stolen behind closed doors
That no one heard
That everyone ignored
But,
A whisper, a rumour
Running underneath the shiny smiles
Is it her? Was it him?
I heard…
Quiet illusions fading
As one day the sun stopped shining
And the night reign supreme
In a broken heart
Shattered dreams on busy streets
Full glasses emptied on gossip
Her eyes drowned in despair
Her blood spilled on our shame
Ambrozya
Napowrimo day 10
Happy Hour with Pablo and Lolaz 