Teardrop St

Broken City

Teardrop st

You make me weep

You, with your Heartbreak Hotel

When I walk down your side

I feel I'm in hell

And I cried

But now I skip in your street

Laugh in the heat

Holding hands with my sweet lover

He is so sweet

Unlike your treat

Of sadness and depression

Teardrop st

You make me weep

I'm sitting on your curb

Waiting to tell

And my lovers smell

Stays in my brain like a drug

Author's Note

This is really, really old

Reviews

[BL]

This reads more like a song as it seems to have a pick you up rhythm in it. You have used some common wordings in a unique way, which is refreshing and clever.

[Ariana Omnomnom]

Yeah, I wrote it with a rhythm.