Love me

Train ride

Old bricks slapped on , one after the other

Creating endless buildings

Lifeless trees

Begging for air

as they remain stiffened through cold breeze

Roof after roof

They’re history becomes vivid in my soul

As the graffiti bolden surrounded by hollow


As I sit on the train

And gazed out the window

I feel the earth and it’s wrath

It speaks to me , cold and forgotten

But embraced with so much beauty

Blinded by its encompassed people

“Love me “ it’s howls

It yearns to be fed with prosperity

And respect

To be look upon with eyes of remorse

To love and to feel love in return

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