An abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart
and oceans of muffled miseries;
is the book your eyes just greeted.
"Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
Meeting on a charming tour, she was what he first saw, when his eyes unlatched it's door. A witness was the floor, as the sun stood tall. Was it God's call?
Visiting from street to streets, empty streets to dead rotten streets, out of several ninety streets, a special one looked so neat. He showed her, his house's street, where the stars excused them, leaving the two together; with their hearts pinned against each other.
Their prescence took a seat wheareas their feelings feet couldn't stand the rising heat while their eyes tear up in bliss, at his house's street. His mind explored her heart. Her mind did her part. Both were hunting for love. And being watched, from the stars above.
He found and untied their crying longing. She then felt a sense of belonging. Her heart skipped a beat. Their hearts swayed to a same beat, of their rythymic playing heart beats. That moment, love crept in and made them complete, in the eyes of the "heart-beating street." A special name for his house's street. The place their hearts learned to beat.
In the middle of the tour, he was forced to retreat. A year later, she was walking alone on dead rotten streets. The streets didn't know her; not even her teeth. Passing by the heart-beating street, her heart started to race because the place held serene spooky memories. So she sang;
"I'll Never walk to this place Alone and without you I'll never let my heart race Again and without you cause I won't survive Without you If I walk alone in the heart-beating street Without you If I walk again in the heart-beating street Without you"
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A/N:this poem is inspired by Cornelia street by Taylor Swift
