People coming and going are reflected in Rain puddles.

With blurry red traffic lights

like a broken speaker on a street lamp

That's playing the Same song filed with lies, over and over.

A smile looking so lonely and a sweet breath

The thoughts hidden behind those distant eyes

Resemble droplets trickling down a window

Once the sky stops crying.

Will you fly back to the place you call home?

we're stuck like this ,in a birdcage forever

Trapped

Unable to fly, in a State of slumber

I closed my eyes upon seeing

Lovers cuddling under an umbrella on a Sunny day

The cars turn Signal flicker quickly, as if they're rushing me,

That night, I choose the foggy path

The time that passes with

our backs against each other

our mouths, now full of white lies
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