Let's walk a lonely road.
Let,s walk-out, on this city's load.
Let's talk a lonely mile.
It will feel better, after a while.
In silence.
Just holding hands.
Just you and I.
The forest avenue.
Nothing said between us.
Just you and I.
The wind is in my hair.
It plays with you,and my winged dare.
The wind is on my lips.
I've casted the sail. You, your ships.
The whistle is wet.
The alcohol, an overdue debt.
The tune is simple. The song, an old croon.
You turned to look behind. Thus, the runes were strewn.
The language of touch.
You just said so much.
The language of flesh.
Our thoughts filter through the skin's mesh.
What's left to find.
Surely, all that remains behind.
Let's turn back, you pray.
The boy that I am, I listen to what you say.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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