The City
She engulfs you
Wraps you around her finger
Makes you dance to her unsteady heartbeat
Too fast for you to keep up
Everyone wants a piece of her
No matter the cost
They are lost, trying to get by,
As they stumble through the stream of
Various shades, stenches and senses
When they breathe in the scents
Of her stolen innocence
They will try to savor it
Like addicts uncertain of their next high
She is desired.
So why should she wait for you?
Martha
Martha was listening to ‘Ich will nicht nach Berlin’ by Kraftklub while writing this poem.
