Busted pieces
Faulty parts
Dead eyes
Cold hearts
There’s no use in trying
To save what’s sunk
There’s no use in holding
On to what’s junk
The city of stars
Is under a starless sky
The city of sunshine
Is where light comes to die
It’s a fraud
It’s a fake
It’s the kind of city that will make
And break
You into the worst
But first
It will take
You
And
It will blind you
With the illusion
And then fill you up with confusion
Until you
are no longer you anymore
Love means nothing Here
It’s just a word people throw around and use
and abuse.
There’s no use in trying
There is no use in trying
-Kyoko Cole 2017