Sidewalk Cracks III

SheWasTheSun

I'm starting to think that maybe

Love doesn't belong in the sidewalk cracks

Maybe

Real love can't be found

In the same space 

As something so artificial, so suffocating

As cement

I'm starting to think that maybe

Real love grows wild

Real love grows free

No cracks necessary

 

  • Author: SheWasTheSun (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2020 13:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • dusk arising

    I found it behind the wallpaper in a bedsit i had many years ago. It was freaky but gentle on me. I was a virgin at the time.
    Landladies can be so caring.

  • Goldfinch60

    Real love is just there for all of us.

    Andy



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