Me
Walk the streets we used to know, But the shadows shift, and the faces grow. I keep my eyes on every face, Just in case you ve found this place. Maybe tonight the stars align, Your faded ink meets my design.
Oh, the city hums a different tune, Beneath this bruised and broken moon. But the echo of your faded words, Is louder than a thousand birds. And maybe here, in all this noise, We ll find the sound of our old joys.
These flashing signs, they blur and bleed, A different kind of hopeful need. I carry you in whispered grace, A ghost in every crowded space. But tonight, the past can't hold me down, I'm just another face in this fast-spinning town.
The city hums, a steady beat, A lonely rhythm, bitter and sweet. The echo of your faded words, Just memories in the way it hurts. And I'll be fine, I'll find my way, Another story for another day.
I see your smile in someone new, A trick of light, a fading hue. My heart still beats a broken time, For a love that's now a distant rhyme. I'm living now, but feel like a ghost, Haunted by the one I loved the most.
City pulses with a careless rhythm, While I am lost inside my own schism. The echo of your faded words, A cage for all my lonely birds. I hear the noise, I feel the ache, For all the promises we didn t make.
Hidede Tripp