We stroll along, hand in hand, during the blue, lively night.
We flow through time, breathing in the neon and jazz of the city.
Our love escalates to the heights of the tallest skyscraper,
Though, when the city is smoky, we are a sight to pity.
I drag you with a sudden rush of anger into a dark alley,
Where the bums and scum of the earth thrive; hidden to the extreme.
There, I grow into a rage-filled beast; it’s time for your finale.
Thus, with my claws I scrape your skin raw just to hear you scream.
But, you see, this is just your overdramatic misconception.
I have to turn your head so you can see in the right direction.
What really happened on that so called ‘dreadful’ night?
Excitedly, I grabbed your hand and started running to the store,
but, as we sprinted around the corner, you met your plight;
you fell, slamming the concrete, resulting in scrapes galore.
But, I didn’t understand why with this despicable blame
you were stabbing me in the heart -- what a shame...
It’s true you had warned for us to halt from our running,
because you truly cared so dearly about the safety of me.
But, with our feet down the sidewalk we kept on gunning.
The act of waiting imprisons us with boredom: Let’s be free.
No, I am not the one your finger of blame should choose,
for you are the one who forgot to tie your stinking shoes!
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