Title: Our town
by Sophia from London | in writing, poetry
It's quite dark in this part of town
Even in the middle of the day
This part of time is always cold
Even in the brightest time of May.
This part of town is in black and white
Long after the rest turned pink
No one knows about this part of town
This part of town died long ago.
Everyone lives in the pink age
Except for me and you
We live in a black and white fairy tale
Scary, surreal, but very true.
While they all fight over their exams
We fight over a photograph
A little memory of when
We were on the map.
Life is life, is what they say
Even if it's not like you planned it
You are aloud to cry sometimes
As long as you can stand it.
I made it up as I went along.
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