Tumbleweed beer cans
Clanking down empty streets
The city that sleeps
Till 3 pm the snorings screech
Walks of shame tip toe
Past my shadow
The soft pillows smuggling beer
breath broken bottles
cutting at my heels
Quiet is the air of regretted decisions
Where is the healing for this
Town trickled dry of life.
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Author:
TheLittlePoet (
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Hey there, Amazing poem, I wanted to know what "Walks of shame tip toe past my shadow" means
Thank you! I was implying the "walk of shame" from hook ups. (aka. those people who had hook up the night before, walking past me- my shadow).
Ah ic
"Quiet is the air of regretted decisions"
You are a wonderful poet, and I love your gilded words, so pensive and so profound. Keep on writing, I'm sure you'll make it far
Thank you for your kind words!
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