Neon Sunsets
and concrete dawns
in a city that never sleeps
we are robbed of our dreams
on a bed of lies
and broken promises
we drift apart
weaving dreams
of another time
but it's all a lie
we drift apart
conceiving dreams
as time ticks over
our emotions
cocooned
in hostile womb
waiting
to be expelled
like afterbirth
and
like frail moths
they too will be drawn
to the lights, the pulse
of the city that never sleeps
dying to live, living to die
between concrete dawns
and neon sunsets
© Rose
