Thursday, October 21, 2010



And away I’d go, from here, always away
Not here, not anywhere, would I stay
‘Life’s too grande, the music too loud’ you’d say!
And sate me again, with the silence your bod allay

Said’ me once in the dark corner of a kiss
The things about you I’d so often miss
Thought I found you once, in 'the perfume of a Rose’
Felt its prick deep last winter, the one the ice froze 

Roll back, kick high, breath deep and toss
Shoes to the sky, two leaning Pisa’s make a Y
Finished now, brush the teeth don’t forget to floss
She gets up, the credits roll, these days multiply

And it’s no wonder I keep moving
If I’m never there, I’m never losing

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