Pick away at the pieces left

Sift them from my heart

There are no broken fragments

That glistens in the dark

Wallpaper tears on every wall

Like a tornado blew threw

And left this to fall

This is the disaster

Of a broken love affair

Collecting my memories

And spare change

In exchange for cab fares

I’ll drive ‘til the meter runs out

Past every street I’ve ever loved

And find a new home

In new cities

Where your name doesn’t linger

On every paved road

And starless city night.



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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