Breaking Free, well almost... Prettier then a butterfly, I watch you head off in this nights sky. The thought of you lingers like the smoke thats drifting from my fingers.. Outside the cold rain cleanses my sole whole between the room of my thoughts and us all. Sitting in that room sometimes I get to thinking to myself,, LOVE, where does it come from.. For days on end I plea to this moon, where can I find someone to strip my flesh back bear, to where the word begins, strip my flesh back bear to let the wind violate my skin... Washing away, under the sun, vanished in the street heat melting on tar, lost in a wave, of cut throat urban values. Looking for sum, getting too few, breathing fumes and pipe dreams, sliding, holding.... Were up to our necks in it.. were up to our necks in it...
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 07:46:39 +0000
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