Tuesday, 21 December 2010


I want to walk these streets,
As I'd get woken with a knock
With a plain
Hello, I love you
I ranted the night about the night before.
There'd be no candy to desribe emotions poured by others
Letters flowing
Instead of split blood
I'd see, feel
And describe.

Not the streets
Which surround me
With the melancholy
And rumors of weed
But those I see
As the feeling of love fades
The one which people believe here
I am bound the blame
The month which feels like many

And the songs
I return to
As if I were
For the first time.


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