The softly lilted, tilted sign of a common street

A burning rose carried by a crow by its beak

A winded day without the breath of dawn

We ride towards night and cold respite all day long

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You replace to drain away the red

You chase the paper so you can get bread

It's too late to say you hate me before bed

Some things are better left unsaid

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The softly thumping rhythm of an urban beat

Driving fast in a car that slides by so sleek

My eyes, mascara'd, like a fawn

We will keep loving like a song


darlinareyousleepy:

Written in 3 days, about 10 minutes on each quartet of prose.

Little bit proud of how it came out.

Open to constructive criticism.


posted by darlinareyousleepy: 28 days ago