Sunday, 8 July 2018

Ninety

Some nights i ask why, other times whoah, stars are out all night, might as well be Space, to mark our credit zone, we're out that late, you come within my sight, the wind is black and cold, then gone another time, if kids and dogs are great, then don't go stoaming, stay just where you are, get up saying Hi, make a place back home, flame starts with a light, when you hear me complain, shout down a broken phone, laugh don't berate, no matter how we fight, or strain our hungry bones, we're only chasing sky, don't want to be alone.

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