These lonely streets remind me of us.
All the false promises we swore and the broken dreams we had together.
I wonder, do you even remember it all?
Cause it often keeps hitting me up like an undying memory.
As the sleek wind romances my hair, feels me up like you once did in bed, I think of you ;
The dark sky escorts me on my lonely path whilst the dim lit lamp posts guide me back to a place we wrecked up together,
To a place I call hell.
Somewhere all your memoirs lie awaiting to infest and redeem.