7:41 am.. bright white in the windows …. white .. outsiders have no cares .. but for me these streets are empty I can see the pedestrians smiling I used to see in into her orange eyes as the sunset I used to believe in moments then, trapped in night her words from an orchard of strained memories.. and this mind like a deserted city this leftover u.
August, 3 2010 • 0 Comments • 0 Faves