City Of Blinding Lights by ~LadyMiu
The City's Lust
I was seduced by those blinding lights
That made the day seem like night.
This empire is filled with the entities
That fluently express this lively city.
I miss the nature, the wisps of love,
The serenity, and again, the love.
Oh, lustful city, how I adore you.
But the days of this affair will not renew.
I hear the lake's light-hearted splash.
How placid it is compared to the crash
Of those metallic things that endlessly pass
Into the world that is absent of grass.
Can my soul not rest from all the noise?
Can it not rest from those contests, separating men from boys?
The silence and I will try not to combust
From the thought of the city and all its lust.
To A Mind Grown Old
The flailing winds of fairgrounds deserted
Show not the spark of youth we exerted.
The tents are torn along with our dead hopes.
Hold on to your hearts.
This desolate picture embraced my mind.
My heart would never show this to the blind.
Though I live to see the day it rises,
My mind tells me no.
The boardwalk creeks a breath of it's despair,
For no one has possessed that child-like flare.
I see no reason to refrain from this;
Simply a carousel.
Yet, my head overcomes my heart's desire,
To reignite what is left in this fire.
I was seduced by those blinding lights
That made the day seem like night.
This empire is filled with the entities
That fluently express this lively city.
I miss the nature, the wisps of love,
The serenity, and again, the love.
Oh, lustful city, how I adore you.
But the days of this affair will not renew.
I hear the lake's light-hearted splash.
How placid it is compared to the crash
Of those metallic things that endlessly pass
Into the world that is absent of grass.
Can my soul not rest from all the noise?
Can it not rest from those contests, separating men from boys?
The silence and I will try not to combust
From the thought of the city and all its lust.
To A Mind Grown Old
The flailing winds of fairgrounds deserted
Show not the spark of youth we exerted.
The tents are torn along with our dead hopes.
Hold on to your hearts.
This desolate picture embraced my mind.
My heart would never show this to the blind.
Though I live to see the day it rises,
My mind tells me no.
The boardwalk creeks a breath of it's despair,
For no one has possessed that child-like flare.
I see no reason to refrain from this;
Simply a carousel.
Yet, my head overcomes my heart's desire,
To reignite what is left in this fire.
