Blown Horoscopes

Self-blown instrumentation;

A constant reminder;

I constantly remind her.

Encrypted feelings in messages;

I expect nothing less,

To be honest.

These streets were once roamed,

By those unarmed,

Yet still capable of causing permanent scars.

Her friend, smiling and rejoicing an arrival,

Internally, at least I think,

Will carry this message through.

When will enough courage gather,

To ask for some company?
Horoscopes hold those answers.