I'm having trouble,
finding you, your lips.
This city holds,
no recollection of you.
The streets bind people together,
tangling their hands, in a hurry
in harmless handshakes, or frightful hugs,
but it's never gonna be you and me.
You're avoiding to love
me
I'm beginning to hate
you.
Junkyard Of Muses
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-i-walk-i-walk-alone/
