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