"Turn around,
tell me more,
was that all they could say?
See I was bound by green
dra
gon
flies."
"Were they stood,
unashamed?
Did the moon eat the sky,
and the grass, turn into brown lead?"
"were they wheeling,
clad carts,
full of silver and gold?
Did the river roll up
a
dull
sigh?"
"Had you point,
to the sky,
they would never believe,
that your tin-top-boots ran through the night."
"Please don't look, that way,
with you hair, tied back.
How could I have known,
because you know I can't guess?
I tried my best."
"So take your hands'
from your face,
Was that all they could say?
See I was born on a doves
fair
est
wing."
"were they stood,
unconcerned,
when the moon eat the sky?
And did all of the grass, turn into brown lead?"
"Were they trading,
en-route,
passing poverties porns?
Did the mountains
wail
the
blues?"
"Had you struck,
with a word,
they would never believe,
that your jaded-shades cast them away."
"please don't look, that way,
with you hair, tied back.
How could I have known,
because you know I can't guess?
I tried my best."
"so before I go lay,
please tell me you'll stay?"
- Author: 3lliS (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 5th, 2017 00:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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