Saturday, March 24, 2012


its come to the dust
typing past frequencies
living through the wind
calling my blind, restless
overcoming my happiness

i love the sun light
women cowering in the sunlight
the beauty of yesterday
creepy like cloudy skies
wasting our time

hooked onto tentacles
I wish the past was dead
Suffocated by passing waves
Drowned under changing tides
Protect your heart

you'll stay
cradling my head
times like before
turns into dazzze
the curtains come down

sweeping across light
journeys through youth
reflect my self awareness
such a drag
like hauling along my baggage

never ending

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