That Old Feeling By: Lucas Herrera

my loves belong on both coasts
and i visit sometimes but none
of me is left there
im landlocked and blue
and always dancing
cause the music is in my head
and it never stops playing
it fills the empty space within me
before me
all the more interesting
i feel those eyes and i start glowing
all wrapped up and dusty
as drunk as a poet on pay day
those moments when you know theres no going back
and the people behind windows shuffling, singing
w/o me
my tears sync with the breaths of Williamsburg as i skip away from everything
where, two true blue lenses capture my presence found there
and yet unknown
will never be the same cause
with every rain fall comes a change

That Old Feeling By: Lucas Herrera

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