This Town Ain’t What It Used To Be – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Bright lights, big stars
This town ain’t what it used to be
Empty streets, filled with dreams, wasted for another day
Creativity spilled from the cup of this love
Washed away with the dawn of another day

I found you; you saved me
I knew this time would end
Never thought I could feel this way again

Rutting away, corrupt to the core
Strange faces fill the air
Surrounded, crowded, fear everywhere
The pavement filled with lust
Forgotten just who to trust

Chasing down a past left behind
Shadows of you; memories so fine
This used to be our time

Borrowed, precious and free
All that was needed was you and me
With your scent in the air, and face touching mine

Bright lights, big stars
Under this Southern sky, we kissed
Now it’s all closing in, the walls, the bars
Crushed by the constant thought of your love sorely missed

Sounds of cars; blindness of light
Deafening my sight

Beaches dimmed by the fading fire
Darkness sets the mood for the cinematic dream

Fade in
Flashback to a town I used to know
To the girl that made me glow

Bright lights, big stars
This town ain’t what it used to be

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One thought on “This Town Ain’t What It Used To Be – Original Poem

  1. What a beautifully nostalgic piece! ❤
    Your descriptions are so vivid, and I loved how there's this rhythm to the poem and the way it flows from one line to the next…
    Looking forward to reading more from you!

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