The city that killed

I never thought I’d meet you
Our worlds were far apart
I never thought I’d see you
I never thought you’d see me

I heard you were one of a kind
Something that confuses the mind
I never thought it could be so true
Until I got to know you

I’ve seen you at night
I’ve seen you during the day
I stood in front of your door
I roamed your streets


I never saw you as delicate
Yet wanted to love you as such
I drank it all in
I thought you did too

I gave you my heart
I gave you each beat
Who would have thought a city could kill…
Milan, I died when I left

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