a walk on 10 brilliante lane
i believe these two souls are miscible
that maybe im not that dense
that the story those glittering prophets tell is genuine
behind that spectacle lense
with two dark umbrellas over their heads
and draped in long black cloaks custom made
their ever shininig enthusiasm never fades
nestled neatly in between them
are tiny doors with which air comes and goes
sometimes they get a bit blocked
when obstructed by your woes
watching those crimson twins
as they fold uniformly into place
revealing a line-up of little white soldiers
each soon to be clad with a brace
your strands drift at the slightest breeze
shrouded in aromatic delight
secured behind a pair of smooth curves
selectively picking out the sounds of the radio at night,
at the sides bouncy cushions
a little chubby i suppose
after a wash of sweat
they glow radiant with a tint of rose
not forgetting those little dots
like little children prancing about a flower field
this lane's such a picturesque view
im sure you cant resist its tempting yield
so why not take a walk
and be lost in this fatal attraction
went crazii; at
8:52 PMinternal strife and heartaches
telling myself that the wait ain't that long,
replaying,echoing within the walls of my skull, your favourite songs
they say abscence makes the heart grow fonder,
amount of truth these words consitute i wonder,
never mind the past petty thefts,
from my array of ever-straying emotions,
this time you've laid your eyes on the big prize
and with your loot you're in motion,
you broke into the security of my ribs,
and reflected in your eyes your throbbing trophy lay,
nimbly tending it into slumber,
and just like that you stole my heart away..
though the number of train stations apart may be a sour sixteen,
reunion with my life support you can be sure im keen,
till then i'll be obliterating you from my sub-concious thought
omitting you from my imagination i have valiantly fought,
but conquering your own control tower is a straineous task,
maybe i'll fry it, under the sun i'll bask
submerging myself in pages of information,
chanelling as much knowledge to dam fragments of you flowing in,
however your prescence still overshadows,
in my sleep your voice occasionally makes a din
cant wait till you come and overflow,
the banks of this hovering soul..
went crazii; at
7:05 PM