Saturday, January 14, 2012

I Coulda Been A Contender

I thought I was blinded by all the colored lights
Swirling towards me
They scared me
Lurred me into its deepest grey
You followed me home
But I knew
By the way the shadows didn't match when i moved
Shy'd away from the stretching cracks in the street so it wouldn't caress the bottoms of my feet
And there you go
The wind that kneeled my hair wasn't very descrete
But my body was sent into currents
To the beat of the cool desending air
And the waves free'd my tension
And soon the absence was too far gone to mention

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