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

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