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
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
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
Written in 3 days, about 10 minutes on each quartet of prose.
Little bit proud of how it came out.
Open to constructive criticism.