He stands on the corner Rusted out by the rain Awash in neon glow Hands in deep pockets Waiting for Sunday And the death of love The memories descend Rapid-fire quick Low to the ground Like he used to be When she was his Lost in his shadow Passionate as sin But gone in a … Continue reading Under the Neon
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