FallenAngel


City
Rain pouring down
Early Morning
She walks aimlessly
Down sunset boulevard
Her clothes
Rain soaked
Her face
Covered with tears
Doesn't know where she’s going
Like a drunk staggering back
To a home she doesn't remember

Lost memories
Of the night before
Strike like lightening
In a midnight sky
A drink
A kiss
A mistake
She could never fix

Penelope

I suppose my first question would be .. why didn't you finish this? It's difficult to give an opinion on something which trails off in the middle of a 'mistake'.

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"Trees cause more pollution than automobiles do." Ronald Reagan ~ 1981

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