3 years ago1,000+ Views
No kind hearted people We feel unsafe. No blossoms grow near Milwaukee, Only trees with green leaves. Smelling the fresh air everyday Seems like being in the empire state building. Hearing the traffic at night We see thousands of lights. ~LisaThao
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I really love the line "we feel unsafe." In comparison to ale the lines at the end of the poem, the first few lines feel so much more sad. Does this poem have a title? you should add it :)
3 years ago·Reply
I haven't came up with a title. But I'll try. Thank you
3 years ago·Reply
@lisathebae14 Title or not, I enjoyed it! Hopefully it'll come to you :)
3 years ago·Reply