THE STREETS WOULDNT NOTICE Wash away my fiction about your love to me! Wash away the foam which tempts me to believe! My fiction is the foam which may cover the sand on the beaches. Any coming rain may wash a million tiny pieces. The streets wouldnt notice my fiction even if I blended it and a million bridges. Wash away my fiction clinging to the sleepy fences! The streets with their starlit eyes wouldnt notice my fiction and a million faces. Wash away my fiction invented to be some painted peaches! Any coming rain would wash away the paint even if I blended it and a million bridges. My fiction wouldnt freeze me even if I blended it and a million fridges. The motionless concrete wouldnt cling its eyes to my stinging disease. The streets wouldnt notice my heart even if I blended it and a million raindrips.Wash away these painted peaches! Wash away the foam on my fictions beaches! The streets wouldnt notice my fiction and a million footprints.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 10:09:19 +0000
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