10 December 2011

Mourning Splendour

Eyes burning red through uncooked steak road maps
Pain shooting through raging rapid alleyways
Bleeding out golden rainbows of morning dew
Lungs removing unneeded bitter caramels

Humble mistakes return through vivid day dreams
Morning wood dawns in  glorious splendour
A reminder of brunettes dancing close in waves
and blondes with their tongue in my ear

Whispering secrets
"I bet you say that to all the girls"

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