Dear Reader,
This is the city
of broken dreams
and shattered hopes.
Once Believers dance
in the street
like starlight
across a pond.
It was a city
of Angels.
so serene,
so naive.
This city couldn't
mend your hopes
and provide
your dreams.
This is the city
of gnawing emotions,
clawing from within,
of what-ifs
and love sieves.
Pretty moments caught
with a click,
and the nightmare
all around
caught in Their minds
like a dream catcher
trapped in suffering times.
A bubble surrounds
the city of Angels.
Every face full
of pretend,
broken smiles,
and bad luck bent.
They look so happy,
so content,
but their lying eyes
tell a different fib.
The angels have been laid
to rest.
and now, they haunt
the world, without
assess.
They trap the city
with tinted lenses
and their ghosts shower us
with unrealistic expectations.
But, I'd advise,
don't believe the dead.
Sincerely,
A Skeptic
This is the city
of broken dreams
and shattered hopes.
Once Believers dance
in the street
like starlight
across a pond.
It was a city
of Angels.
so serene,
so naive.
This city couldn't
mend your hopes
and provide
your dreams.
This is the city
of gnawing emotions,
clawing from within,
of what-ifs
and love sieves.
Pretty moments caught
with a click,
and the nightmare
all around
caught in Their minds
like a dream catcher
trapped in suffering times.
A bubble surrounds
the city of Angels.
Every face full
of pretend,
broken smiles,
and bad luck bent.
They look so happy,
so content,
but their lying eyes
tell a different fib.
The angels have been laid
to rest.
and now, they haunt
the world, without
assess.
They trap the city
with tinted lenses
and their ghosts shower us
with unrealistic expectations.
But, I'd advise,
don't believe the dead.
Sincerely,
A Skeptic