zebrasindenver

some walk these streets alone

out of pleasure

those that walk alone out of pain

are the lucky ones

what a beautiful city

to be lovelorn

helpless

and whole

to my dear best friend

so much torment you live in your own head

and so proud you seem of me

the love i hold to you

cannot light a passage

out of your darkness

i wish you well

as i am unable to help you

godspeed

you beautiful knight